July 4

In the backroom With a house key Call it romance Call it routine Mind your business Mind your manners Man I'm tired And I want her Her to want me It's a problem It's a mystery Now it's history Her apartment is an ice cube And her body is a world view Call it shallow Call it corny Told you so is ringing like a dial tone And Uncle Sam is getting old Getting ready to explode I feel it in my bones On the way home Conversations Stimulated Concentration It's a long walk But it feels good To be moving at my own pace To be talking in my own space I'm not crazy I'm just like this Told you so is ringing like a dial tone And Uncle Sam is getting old Getting ready to explode I feel it in my bones Uncle Sam didn't wanna come clean Now he's making a scene alright Lost his head and a couple of friends Guess it's one of those kinds of nights I feel it in my I feel it in my Told you so Oh Is getting old Told you so is ringing like a dial tone And Uncle Sam is getting old Getting ready to explode I feel it in my I feel it in my I feel it in my I feel it in my bones