You seem to me, like you are going through some changes
As life your shifts sabout, and quickly rearranges
while your mom sits at home and plays the Publishers Clearing House sweepstakes
Nobody ever wins that damn money
You seem like you are going through one of those jail house rehabilitation programs
mail me in a check and I will send you a receipt and certificate saying you’re cured
you want to know my solution to everything?
2 scrambled eggs at 4 AM at Denny’s while Neil Diamond echoes on an antique juke box
somehow, that fixes everything
yeah!
The Emotional Delusions of a Mad Man
