So since I know so much, what don't I know? There's only one
thing:
- When am I gonna get my damn
PJ bottoms back?
You won't get too far from
me
Believing everything you read
You're wasted in the great unknown
And I am finally ready to dispose
Of all your vintage clothes
Your drugs and every secret code.
I'm gonna write you a letter
Gonna write you a book
I wanna see your reaction
I wanna see how it looks
From way up on your cloud
Where you've been hiding out
Are you getting somewhere?
Or did you get lost in Amsterdam?