I lost the way in
and I lost the way out
but I still got a notion
of what I'm talking about
You've gone all the way
and been down every road
but you've lost all emotion
and all your secrets grew cold
got the antediluvian blues
'bout poor parsimonious you
in your tatterdemalion shoes
yes I'm talking 'bout you
and the things you won't do
and the antediluvian blues
I bought a new car
and I chartered a plane
but there's really no telling
that I can reach you again
you take all your clues
from the man in the moon
but he's left you no option
now he's a ghost in your room
refr.
1995.
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