I've hardly been outside my room in days ( Read more... )

I woke up in New York City
from my sleep behind the wheel
caught a train to Poughkeepsie
and time stood still

...

I met a girl who kept tattoos for homes
that she had loved
if I were her I'd paint my body
until all my skin was gone

( long drag for the lonely hearts )

( Left my Las Vegas ambitions behind )

( Underneath Your Skin )

Welcome to another day
It don't seem that different 'cause nothing has changed
I try to remember, try to remember
When we were just running in place
Reasons for living, never come cheap
But even your best ones can put me to sleep
What I am saying or trying to say
Is that there must be a better way

I don't know where
I'm coming from and
I don't know where
I’m coming to and
I don’t know what
It means to me and
You don’t know what
It means to you

( Feel this old )

Well these days
I wish I was 6 again
Oh make me a red cape
I wanna be Superman

All of the little changes - the furniture rearrangements, the checkmarks on my to do list, the trips to the grocery store, the small details that I find insufficiently interesting to describe - don't seem to add up to much. It's much like Whyte's urban studies research, which showed that people like the option of change. If you give them chairs ( Read more... )