Transport Is Arranged

You better find your way out

You better learn how to run

You better walk away

And leave the angles for the shills

Well, I've been thinking for days

About the means and the ways

That I could hate all I touch

I know you're my lady

But I could trickle, I could flood

A voice coach taught me to sing

He couldn't teach me to love

All the above

Easy-talking, border-blocking

Transport is arranged

Praise the grammar police

Set me up with your niece

Walk to Baltimore

And keep the language off the street

Well, I'm of several minds

I am the worst of my kind

I wanna cremate the crutch

I know you're my lady

But phone calls could corrupt the morning

I heed the surgeon's warning, pillars of eights

I swung my fiery sword

I vent my spleen at the lord

He is abstract and bored

Too much milk and honey

Well, I'll waltz through the wilderness

With nothing but a compass and a canteen

Setting the scenes

Easy-walking, border-blocking

Transport is arranged