Listening to Bobby Charles

If you see me walking on down the street

Shuffling my two feet

Lost in a dream

Tomorrow, it's just another day

I'm turning something into nothing

They're listening to Bobby Charles

Beneath the blue suburban sky

I feel like a drunken shark

Smelling the blood and wondering why

Standing there at the kitchen sink

Tell me, what were you thinking of?

The old, corroded stove, pink and grey boomerangs

Cold plates and coffee stains

Sipping on a memory

They're listening to Bobby Charles

Beneath the blue suburban sky

I feel like a drunken shark

Chasing my tail and wondering why

Flying solo without a wing

Hard through the sideways rain

With a foggy feeling

Broken but still working overtime

I'm dodging bullets

Still living the dream

They're listening to Bobby Charles

Beneath the blue suburban sky

I feel like a drunken shark

Smelling the blood and wondering why