The super fly guy that you're courtin' now And the clothes he thinks look retro Are more 'Land That Time Forgot'
And if he knows where he was standin' Chances are though time's passed him by He's still standing within yards of that spot
So if your hangover feels like the dart board Whilst the Christians hit bulls-eye And paranoia that self-employer Is following in heavy disguise
Off goes intelligence to join high tide To drift with all the things we let go Only tidal wave could possibly save All we let go with the flow
Books we may have written, we don't know Some enchanted city we won't go
He who used to float like a butterfly once Is floatin' like a glorious moth And the fly girls you hung around with then Are lucky if they even take off
Dresses and skirts you thought were in Everyone a dust-rag or dishcloth Like every flat beer that they serve around here We all start life as fabulous froth
So why do you work yourself that hard When you don't even like the job? Why do you hate the small-time thief When it's your own time, you'll always rob?
Off goes intelligence to join high tide To drift with all the things we let go Only tidal wave could possibly save All we let go with the flow
Books we may have written, we don't know Some enchanted city we won't go
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