salvador

I wrote this song in my boxers

In the cool crisp morning light

And I'd like to see if you're waiting for me

Down the block at the shops on West Wells Street

Crosswalk jaywalking hoppers

And all the coppers, no, they can't touch me

Sponge soaked, spilled-out gift shop lovers

Sisters in arms with their brothers and their mothers

Well, you are an anarchist, I am an analyst

You are a catalyst coming for me

Melodrama plaza, mamas and the papas

No, they'll never understand, but it's plain to see

"Secret Knowledge of Backroads"

Will be the name of my book someday

Autobiographical, in no way fanatical

Reads like a flashbulb memory but casual

I'm sick of skimming the sunset

And playing Solitaire, I like War more

I get tongue tied talking to you

In retrospect, I redden, but really, who knew?

Well, you are an anarchist, I am an analyst

You are a catalyst coming for me

Melodrama plaza, mamas and the papas

No, they'll never understand, but it's plain to see