I wasn’t meant to be here, I forgot my better half
but they made an exception, had some more room on the raft.
Maybe I shouldn’t be so dry, maybe I wasn’t kind enough
but the ocean view from my fourth floor room was too hard to pass up.
Now books on tape, they help me sleep when it’s real late at night
but I gotta remember to shut my blinds against the hemorrhagic light.
Still, I got in trouble with a six hundred year old man
for falling asleep at my post and stealing all his stamps.
And the big man says that something’s coming.
He’s sending out a bird.
But I live in Los Angeles
so I’ll need more than his word.
I’ll need more than his word.
Now it’s been one, two, three, four, five months or so, the calendar lost track.
I’m not so good with filling my life, I’m even worse with math.
The second hand’s as endless as the ocean’s vast.
But I wound the clock right back to zero, it still won’t bring you back.
And the mail goes out on Fridays, at least when we pass a pier.
But I hope someone loses my postcards, I wish that I were here.
‘Cause it’s easier to forget it, I don’t want to forgive.
It’s way too much to be remembering and way too long to live.
And the big man says that something’s coming.
He’s sending out a bird.
But I live in Los Angeles
so I’ll need more than his word.
And the big man says that something’s coming.
He’s sending out a dove.
But I live in America
so I’ll need more than his love.
And he shot a dirty look my way.
And I said “Really, how much do you think that someone could take?”
I should’ve stayed in line.
Could’ve finished my wine.
At least I’d have something to hold when the clouds break.
And the big man says that something’s coming.
He’s sending out a bird.
But I live in Los Angeles
so I’ll need more than his word.
And the big man says that something’s coming.
He’s sending out a dove.
But I live in America
so I’ll need more than his love.
And the big man says that something’s coming
and he’s gonna kill a dove.
But I live in America
so I’ll need more than their blood.
I’ll need more than their blood.
I’ll need more than their blood.
I’ll need more than their blood.
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