Slow Man

Slow man, slow man Slow man Gotta get up and go, man I know, man, it's like I'm half of a whole man Gotta get back on the program Get-get-get-get it Gotta get up and go Gotta get up and go Gotta get up and go Get-get it Go, get up and go Gotta get up and go So let's go Slow man, looking for a slow woman Who wants to slow dance I'm a slow man, looking for a slow woman Who don't care that I'm old looking Or got my soul token back Where the fallen angels land I know Brooklyn like The back of a stranger's hand Can't recognize my own I wing it though I bring it home Familiarity's the first thing to go Next thing you know There's a photo that you're staring at And you can't quite place The face that is staring back Someone erased the names And the facts Dates on the back Maybe they're just fading so fast That you can't keep up with it Can't recover it Lost in the shuffle Of the Grand Prix hustlers If you can't keep up to speed With the mother ship And can't take the heat Then your man needs the oven mitts I can't be the judge of it My hands bleed 'Cause they reached for some answers And got trampled by the stampede Of know-it-all homogeneous types The look-alikes The kids burn my music And the parents burn the books I write I think back to those Lonely Brooklyn nights I was either soul searching Or just looking for fights Each woman had her price The dice didn't roll right All my jobs were odd ones My problems had bold type Snow White didn't expect That I'd leave her The strobe light Set off epileptic seizures I know right from wrong When I write these songs My goals in life Ain't what I set my sights on Slow man Slow man Slow man Let's go I'm a slow man In my slow man stance Looking for a slow woman Who wants to slow dance I'm a slow man In my slow man stance Looking for a slow woman Who don't mind my home cooking I'm no good when I'm a bad, bad man I'm gonna dance so slow That it appears to be my last stand But I'm a bad, bad man I'm gonna dance so slow That it appears to be a photo And I'm a bad, bad man I'm gonna dance so slow That it appears to be my last stand But I'm a bad, bad man And I'm gonna dance so slow That it looks like a photo Truth be told, it takes more Than having a picture taken For you to lose your soul