It’s time the tale were told
Of how you took a child
And you made him old

It’s time the tale were told
Of how you took a child
And you made him old
You made him old

Reel around the fountain
Slap me on the patio
I’ll take it now
Oh …

Fifteen minutes with you
Well, I wouldn’t say no
Oh, people said that you were virtually dead
And they were so wrong

Fifteen minutes with you
Oh, well, I wouldn’t say no
Oh, people said that you were easily led
And they were half-right
Oh, they … oh, they were half-right, oh

It’s time the tale were told
Of how you took a child
And you made him old

It’s time that the tale were told
Of how you took a child
And you made him old
You made him old

Oh, reel around the fountain
Slap me on the patio
I’ll take it now
Ah … oh …

Fifteen minutes with you
Oh, I wouldn’t say no
Oh, people see no worth in you
Oh, but I do.
Fifteen minutes with you
Oh, I wouldn’t say no
Oh, people see no worth in you
I do.
Oh, I … oh, I do
Oh …

I dreamt about you last night
And I fell out of bed twice
You can pin and mount me like a butterfly
But “take me to the haven of your bed”
Was something that you never said
Two lumps, please
You’re the bee’s knees
But so am I

Meet me at the fountain
Shove me on the patio
I’ll take it slowly
Oh …

Fifteen minutes with you
Oh, I wouldn’t say no
Oh, people see no worth in you
Oh, but I do.
Fifteen minutes with you
Oh, I wouldn’t say no
Oh, people see no worth in you
I do.
Oh, I … I do
Oh, I do
Oh, I do
Oh, I do

George, another pint of winter warmer
See the bubbles rising, that’s not right now
Cans and bottles and the guilt of the disposer

I was never was one for preaching
You never know who you’re reaching
But now I seem to do it most of the time

Down in the well
Down in the well
Down in the well

I hold forth

Do I stand beneath a falling building?
Like some 1920’s window cleaner?
Just an architect created pancake?

I was never one for running
There’s always something coming
Wherever you hide it always finds you asleep

Down in the well
Down in the well
Down in the well

I sweet dream

Down in the well

I remain

“Where are you going?” for the 250th time.
“Well I’m waiting for a sign”
“Well it looks like another line”
And I’m walking backwards, to the place where I come from
Oh, but that ain’t enough, no, you want me to run.

Used to feel like California, with baby’s eyes so blue
Now I feel like Carolina, I split myself in two
Now I’m walking backwards from Chicago through Washington
Oh, but that ain’t enough, no, you want me to run.
Oh that ain’t enough, you want me to run.

Better watch your soul, it’ll leave you like a hundred bucks.
My friends said “Stick to your guns”, but instead I just got stuck
Yeah and I’m walking backwards, looking forward to getting done
Oh, but that ain’t enough, no, you want me to run

Used to feel like California, with baby’s eyes so blue
Now I feel like Carolina, I split myself in two

I’m wheels,
I am moving wheels
I am a 1952 Studebaker coupe

I’m wheels,
I am moving wheels, moving wheels
I am a 1952 Starlite coupe…

En route…..les souterrains
Des visions du cody…sartori a Paris…

Strange spaghetti in this solemn city…
Theres a postcard we’ve all seen before…

Past wild-haired teens in dark clothing
With hands-full of autographed napkins
We eat apples in vans with sandwiches

Thrust into the lobby life of
Hurry up and wait, hurry up and wait, hurry up and wait,
For all the odd-shaped keys
Which lead to new soap and envelopes…

Hotel room homesickness on a fresh blue bed
And the longest-ever phone call home
No sleep, no sleep, no sleep, no sleep
And no mad video machine to eat time

A city scene I cant explain,
The Seine alone at 4 a.m.

Insane alone at 4 a.m.
Neal and Jack and Me

Absent lovers, absent lovers

Sun in his cups, doesn’t hear the water rushing
Down on the town, he stands in his beetle crushing boots
In his hand, a record by the undecided
One out of one, multiplied and then divided

What I want, waits unnoticed
And what I get
Rain in my bed
Gonna’ need a new river head

Snakes in the grass, sliding through the Hornsey gardens
Down in the park, watching as the shadows harden
Left in the road, no one ever realizes
What you once were, here in your new disguises

What I want, waits unnoticed
And what I get
Rain in my bed
Gonna’ need a new river head

Dead or asleep, it doesn’t really matter to me
Here in my world, step inside and walk right through me
Don’t even see, I’m so involved in what I’m doing
Out of my grip, I’m unconcerned with wreck or ruin

What I want, waits unnoticed
And what I get
Rain in my bed
Gonna’ need a new river head

Time floats away, in this land of lakes and castles
Closing my eyes, I pack it up in paper parcels
Deep in the ground, all your sorry sisters flowing
Woven in lead, with little specks of silver showing

What I want, waits unnoticed
And what I get
Rain in my bed
Gonna’ need a new river head

What I want, waits unnoticed
And what I get
Rain in my bed
Gonna’ need a new river head

I wonder what excites you
What stimulates your senses
What keeps the motor running
After the wheels have locked

Are you breathing,
or peacefully sleeping?
Suspended an emotion,
waiting for love to knock?

So much for the master plan
The servants of every man
Reportedly found her
High on a downer again

The parasites and bruises
Will never be outnumbered
It’s better not to dwell on
Such empty thoughts too long

And the answer
Is really not the answer
Though pleasantly diverting
It still adds up all wrong

So much for the master plan
The servants of every man
All gathered around her
High on a downer again

So much for the master plan
The servants or every man
Anointed and crowned her
High on a downer again

Sometimes it’s just a blur
The present and the past
Seem as one
Merging together

Early riser
That’s you
I think I’ll just stay in bed

And if you want to go
Then nothing I can do
Will change your mind
You will be gone

Early riser
That’s you
And maybe it’s easier

Well has this restlessness
resulted from the way
I’ve treated you?

And is this emptiness
the product or the cause
that made you want to pause
and re-examine who you are?

And what am I to do?
Does anybody know,
or even care?
I doubt if they do

Early riser
That’s you
I hope you’ll be happier
Early riser

And has this restlessness
resulted from the way
I’ve treated you?

And is this emptiness
the product or the cause
that made you want to pause
and re-examine who you are?

And if you want to go
Then nothing I can say
Will change your mind
You will be gone

Early riser
That’s you
Well maybe it’s easier

Early riser
That’s you
And maybe it’s easier

Early riser
That’s you
I hope you’ll be happier

A love song
Blows across the sea
Right across the sun
Right into me

Wind of the ocean
You bring a potion
That foams around my feet
Where the shore is sandy
And the waves like brandy
Taste of love so sweet

Tell me little lies
Where the drapes are hung
Put on your teenage eyes
Put on your lover’s tongue
Put on the convent chorus
Where the bed will list
I’ve got the blood red wine
I’ve got the vampire kiss

And as I fall in
I watch the stars spin
Down into your hair
And you suck the dark
From my heart
As an evening prayer

You steal the darkness from the day
You steal the darkness from the day

I keep your secrets
In the same jar you keep mine
And I take them out sometimes
The good and the crimes
And I study them alone
In a diary unknown
And I mark them with a white stone

And in the madness
The winter sadness
In this soft and windy place
There’s your little girl lisp
And your big girl lips
And your wild embrace

In the night time
On a velvet night so rich
When I dress you like a witch
I punish you for something’s sake
And I burn you at the stake
In the moonlight mystery
A smoky kiss to me
betrays your secret history

Without your mattress
Your’re just and actress
Who’s all dressed up in white
Is it a game you play
For the school day
While you await the night

Under the raindrops
Along the backdrops
Of just another day

Is it your thrift store style
Or the way you smile
Makes them go away
Away from me

A love song
Blows across the sea
From the rails of France
Where you almost lost me

From a London street
The long Portland night
Through the Glendale heat
The Vancouver sky

Under the raindrops
Along the backdrops
Of any other day
Is it your reflection
Or your inflection
Of the words you say
That makes it all go away
You take it all away
You take it all away

You steal the darkness from the day