Commodore

Fresh tracks in the snow pass within a hundred feet of my tent Took a bus just to get some inspiration Road to success I went from station to station to station For seven hours just to get some rest My head was so full of anger But I could not find a voice to speak I got myself so hungry But I could not eat Ooh I want love and a commodore And a photograph of you I want love and a commodore Wrapped in chrome blue And here comes the night, I don't want it There goes the air, I don't care And I hear from the tide That you changed your hair, hair, hair Uh-oh-oh Ooh Moving in the same direction We're all ghosts on the midline In our little midnight reverie I'll hold your hand if you hold mine Some sweet cold anonymity Now I'm swaying with the bar carriage Nobody speak, or see, or touch me What a beautiful marriage I guess you lost your crutch Ooh I want love and a commodore And a photograph of you I want love and a commodore Wrapped in chrome blue And here comes the night, I don't want it There goes the air, I don't care And I hear from the tide That you changed your hair, hair, hair Uh-oh-oh Ooh I want love and a commodore And a photograph of you I want love and a commodore Wrapped in chrome blue And here comes the night, I don't want it There goes the air, I don't care And I hear from the tide That you changed your hair, hair, hair Uh-oh-oh Finally, a giant animal