I see young men walkin'
Catatonic, talkin' to the ghosts that circle their feet
The spirit realm is calling, but I'm too busy falling
In love with a swan in heat
You say you're nothing like me, you tell it to me nightly
And rightly and contritely I say
That you're thinking too much of me for someone so above me
But you think too much, anyway
Yeah, you think too much of me, anyway
Now you drag me to sleep
With a promise we've kept, though it's ever oblique
And I know how Jesus died, he was a cousin on my mother's side
But we don't speak of him anymore
No, we don't speak of him anymore
Now I'm prone to wonder what phylum I am under
'Cause I can't quite be your kind
Was it catholic in action or prurient attraction
That sewed us side by side?
Now my wilderness years appear to be here
In the deserts of the garden state
You're asking me to stay, but there's a coach USA
And the coach USA don't wait
Yeah, the coach USA don't wait
Now, you ask me to say
Which way I've strayed from your temperate ways
I know how Jesus died, he was, of course routinized
But we don't speak of him anymore
No, we don't speak of him anymore
