REFLECTIONS ON THE FOG

Just like those classical books sitting on your shelf
You never gave a thought to yourself and the way things begin
Just like some overdosed junkie on a crucifix
You're going down your list - crossing off your sins
And oh - how they bow and scrape to his majesty
And these bloodied young executives scream it was him or me
And I'm lost in this search for teenage ecstasy
And Jim's got flocks of little black angels sitting next to him
And I'm on the corner feeling for luck with a blind man's can of tin
And Coney Island babies ride roller coasters straight out on a limb
Won't you come back once more - baby come back once more

Just like some forties movie you're a detective now
Never mattered anyhow
Adding up the clues
A nd baby I could write these ten dollar words all night long
You say it's only a song - don't you paint it that blue
And oh how I've lied, crossed my fingers and held my breath
When I see these signs pointing to endlessness

And I keep my room so clean but my mind is a mess
And Jim held notes that lasted for hours
That I heard for days
And just when I changed my watch to monthly
The years turned to haze
And centuries steal all the crumbs of a life time
Times getting so crazed coming back once more
Baby come back once more

Just like I said I'm lost in this teenage ecstasy
And I held her tight but I lost the key
And as she walked away I screamed it coulda been me
And the heavens laughed and said man can't you see
There's no place for you in this dead sea
And I raised my fist high and said it could have been me
It could have been me - Touch me till I bleed
Baby come back once more

Just like the Aftermath the storm was through
The gods had taken their due left us all behind
Just like the radio it never really ends
It hides behind the bend
It's just that kind
And oh how the fog reflects what's so very clear
And like wheel chair presidents they had nothing to fear

And Jimi's got soul like a mothers labor
There's no need to hide
And baby puts her arms around my shoulder and says
Let's go outside
Put that art on automatic pilot and she winks her eye
Coming back once more
Baby coming back once more