No sign of luck, no yes, had a f*cked up time
Mostly feeling something nervous
And something less than right
Just sort of wade into the sky
Just sort of feed into the ground
Just sort of lying in the sound
Just sort of failing to get by

And it’s all that you got

Low and certain tones are buzzing in your head
Gaught thirty different reasons only three were said

Foolish and jealous to start
We’ll probably take it too far
No time to service your car
As dumb, as dumb as we are
I see this surely ending up well shy of the mark,

For thirty days in Tucson
It’s coming right and that’s wrong
It would be safer to run
As dumb as dumb as they come
I see this surely ending up well shy of the mark

No friends of mine, no thrills, had a f*cked up time
Only feeling something nervous
And something less then right

I surely suffered two times
I never thought in disguise
I know the trip that you are
As dumb as dumb as a star
I see this surely ending up well shy of the mark
This early ending blows the stars to the sky, so would I…