Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep
Moonlight spills [bad word] books
And superstars in magazines
An old friend calls and tells us where to meet
Her plane takes off from Baltimore
And touches down on Bourbon street

We sit outside and argue all night long
About a god we've never seen
But never fails to side with me [bad word] and all the papers say
Ma Teresa's joined the mob
And happy with her full time job

I alive or thoughts that drift away?
Does [bad word] for everyone?
Can humans do what prophets say?
If I die before I learn to speak
Can money pay for all the days I lived awake
But half asleep?

life is time, they teach you growing up
The seconds ticking killed us all
million years before the fall
You ride the waves and don't ask where they go
You swim like lions through the crest
And bathe yourself in zebra flesh

I've been downhearted baby
Ever since the day we met