Gary Jules

I hear you've got a pocket full of words
That you keep in the garage
Together with the feather and the fireworks
A surftown hero who's got one foot in the garden
Where the neon-lighted cocktail glasses bloom
And they built you a model airplane
Like the one that brought you back to Lindbergh field
Now you're counting your change by the streetlights on India
Hey, it's me again, I'm faded...could I please come over?
You can do what you want
In umbilical town
In a waterfront bar
Old gap-toothed Annie was a friend of mine
The third time around she was born again
She must have burned at least a half-a-million dollars
In the little rooms next door to wash-and-fold
And there ain't no consolation prize
There is no backdoor to innocence
Just the wild-eyed faces and names that you've forgotten
Hey, the money's gone, I'm broken, could I please come over?
You can do what you want
In umbilical town