i could imagine
it might be hard for me
to talk like this
so close like this
the way we do
if i had feelings for you
if i had feelings for you
i could imagine
it might be hard for me
to open up
as easily
as i do
if i had feelings for you
if i had feelings for you
i must confess
it's just a guess
but i could imagine
i could imagine
it might be heavenly
if you felt
the same for me
and i knew
if i had feelings for you
if i had feelings for you
if that is all that you want to know
so you can write it on your hand
then i will go right now
and yes i understand
cuz i don't want to overstay my welcome
and i don't want to make you say please make yourself at home
cuz this isn't my home, nor will it ever be
this is just the place for a cameo of me
and if that is all that you want to hear
so you can squeeze me in your sound byte mix
then i will close my mouth
and watch the news at six
cuz i don't want to overstay my welcome
and i don't want to make you say please make yourself at home
so keep me on file and call me in a while
if you happen to need an extra
and until that day comes you can twiddle your thumbs
and pray that no love infects ya
if that is all that you want to see
so you don't use up all your polaroids
then i will turn my head
and find it in the tabloids
cuz i don't want to overstay my welcome
and i don't want to make you say please make yourself at home
cuz this isn't my home, nor will it ever be
this is just the place for a cameo of me
this is just the place for a cameo of me
it's ok
if you're tired and weak
cuz i've been that way before
it's ok
if it's too hard to speak
just show me where it hurts and say no more
it's ok
if they've driven you mad
cuz i've been that way before so often
yesterday
i was kinda like that
til i found you all curled up upon my floor
it's ok
now the stereo's on
the bottle's opened
the genie flies out
the curse is broken
it's ok
if you're happy and sweet
cuz i'm still that way at times
i'll just lay
my old head at your feet
and we'll watch the blocks of blue and gray float by
it's ok
and it happened on a wednesday when they curse the weak
and he met me after work, clearly very short of sleep
he'd been packing all night, running errands all day
while i was writing him a letter with all the nothings i could say
which i slipped into his jacket when he went to use the phone
and i remembered for a moment what it's like to be alone
and i drove him to the depot where we both tried not to cry
and as that big blue bus pulled out i saw my right hand wave goodbye
but it doesn't feel like it's over
doesn't feel like it's over
doesn't feel like it's over yet
headed back through the city with the radio soft
tried to park him by the curb, walked up to my loft
sat down by the tv with a left-over meal
but my food needed salt and the people weren't real
and it doesn't feel like it's over
doesn't feel like it's over
doesn't feel like it's over yet
you can leave me like a wave in the ocean
and i can turn from the tide
i can pick up sand, let it slip through my fingers
while you wash up on the other side
now i step through the hoops and i swing from day to day
and i look at other men but they seem so far away
and i know he's even farther and that i should let them in
but then why do i still sense him on every single inch of my skin?
it doesn't feel like it's over
doesn't feel like it's over
doesn't feel like it's over
doesn't feel like it's over
doesn't feel like it's over
doesn't feel like it's over, yet
south of the border and north of the sound
where people come flying from miles around
one man is losing what another man found
but what did you expect to happen when you ran the red light
me and you we're two ships crashing in the night
me and you we're two ships crashing
in the night
east of the city and west of the sun
it's raining shame drops on everyone
and you can hide but you cannot run
and what did you expect to happen when you ran the red light
me and you we're two ships crashing in the night
me and you we're two ships crashing in the night
me and you we're two ships crashing
in the night
i see the ocean through
deeper than me
wilder than you
you sail
that open sea
waiting to drown
inside of me
north of the doorman and south of your mind
there lies a bass drum playing out of time
faster and faster and slower than mine
but what did you expect to happen when you ran the red light
me and you we're two ships crashing in the night
me and you we're two ships crashing in the night
me and you we're two ships crashing
in the night
i am not the girl wearing red in the rain
and i am not the girl wearing black in your brain
and i am not the girl waiting for you in vain
i'm touching your knee
dont you feel any of me
cuz i am real, but too close to see
so you disappear
but love is right here
love is right here
love is right here
love is right here
you are not the boy burning blue at the bar
and you are not the boy burning white like a star
but if you are not a boy i don't know what you are
you're touching my hair
don't you feel anything there
is it real? do you even care
if i disappear
but love is right here
love is right here
love is right here
love is right here
it's not on distant clouds or movie screens
it's not in paris and it's not in your dreams
so wake up, wake up, wake up
the sun is dancing on your eyes
the wind is playing in your ear
and love is right here
love is right here
love is right here
love is right here
i'm finally dressed for yesterday's weather
finally ready to fight last weekend's war fearlessly
finally know how to spend all the years behind better
and i'm finally feeling for you what you once felt for me
finally come to the door that used to be open
empty handed but for a few memories
finally know what words should've been said and which were best left unspoken
back when what i feel now for you, you still felt for me
but if age is only a number
and time's an illusion
then love won't you call me tomorrow
whenever you're free
cuz i'm finally dressed for yesterday's weather
and i'm wondering if you might ever feel what you felt yesterday for me
everything's gonna be much better
when i get my shit together
rich as a rose and free as a feather
when i get my shit together
don't know the year, don't know the date
but i'm gonna throw a big party; it'll start around eight
there'll be dinner and dancers and a dixieland band
and everybody who comes is gonna shake my hand and say
"it was a question of when, not a question of whether
i knew you'd get your shit together"
every song'll be sweet, every joke'll be clever
when i get my shit together
the fellas will love me forever and ever
when i get my shit together
the white house will send me a real nice form letter
the one they send every man who gets his...
and i'll frame it and hang it in the hall
of my quaint victorian mansion by the waterfall
and it'll hang as a reminder for the rest of my life
which i'll spend in the arms of some wonderful guy
and we'll make some children and they'll make some more
and the kids'll tell stories about grandma before
she got it together
yes, everything's gonna be much better
when i get my shit together
oh oh so oh so much better
when i get my shit together
until it all comes to a terrible end
when i fall apart again
what can i give you
that you don't have
a song to lift you
a joke to laugh at
a forest of flowers
still wouldn't be enough
you've all my love
you've all my love
what can i tell you
you haven't heard
a hopeful number
an empty word
for every fire below you
there's an angel above
you've all my love
you've all my love
look out your window
the leaves are red
you'll wade right through them
and sail ahead
not the new year yet but awfully near it now
feeling the warmth of the holiday spirit wow
watching the news as a light snow outside starts to fall
all down the street, every wreath in each doorway
smiles, but on this screen, the wickedest wars play, why?
suddenly it hits me: one plant is the answer to it all
to it all, to it all
people of earth, say it could be so
total peace in the world under a giant mistletoe
we'll grow all we can send it up in some rocketships
cover the land, every heart, every pair of lips
then those who meet on two sides of a fight anywhere
have to kiss then and there
people of earth, say it could be so
to bring peace to the world using a giant mistletoe
no you say, plants that large can't be grown
and there are cultures where that custom's unknown
plus it's sure just to burn in the earth's atmosphere
well if you have a better idea, i'm all ears
that's what i thought, so let's stick to my own plan then
watch what it does to the lions and lambs and men
i could be wrong or you could be pleasantly surprised
(hey, who knows, giant mistletoe)
to see every gangbanger's wide smile break out
rulers and rebels, and armies all make out
all cuz we planted those seeds and then covered the skies
we couldn't believe our eyes
people of earth, say it could be so
only peace in the world under a giant mistletoe
say it's so, say hey hey, ho ho ho
to bring peace in the world under a giant mistletoe
and when new year's comes if our sins simply can't resist
guns are still drawn, yes and lips they remain unkissed
and fires continue to flicker on my tv screen
i'll watch the snow as it falls on my windowsill
feel a bit sad, and yet try to be grateful still
cuz it's a gift to have ever dreampt this solstice dream
america's taken a dump
but i believe in trump
he will wipe us clean
once again we'll be
great, like in 1808
our futures bright
with a fresh coat of white
on the ole' white house
if you know what i mean
with hair of gold and
hands so plump
i believe in trump
he'll halt the arabs' rule
they learn hate and jihad
but they won't learn diddly squat
once every mosque and madrasah is
finally run like a trump university school
can't be denied, he's overqualified
he's done towers, he's done TV
he may be crass, and loose with facts
but so what, so was mussolini
the one thing worse than a kenyan?
a c*nt, and i believe in trump
he's not some corporate shill
on that stage no one else
only answers to himself
so fine by me if i don't always agree
with exactly who he'd cuff or kill
the biggest balls, to build the biggest walls
paid for by the latin rapists
and good news, wives, the don won't penalize
if it was incest or the baby's not a racist
his views evolve
his judgements jump
i believe in trump
though priebus is a pawn
so on the chance D doesn't win
watch for the riots to begin
'cause it's a fix, no one's fooled
and the flames D has fueled
will burn on and on
i'd eat his steak
i'd drink his spunk
i believe in trump
yeah i believe in trump