Add it to the list of square-jawed decisions I refuse to make for the same reason

San Fransiscans don't leave on account of an earthquake

There are textbook moves and trails to blaze

No shortage of advice

So I'm blindly staying put

Like a deer caught in the headlights





After all these songs (I'm satisfied)

I could be horribly wrong (I'm satisfied)

'Til disaster comes along (I'm satisfied)





Taken in the back to get my ear chewing

Better that than learn

They'll be wiping simple smiles off my face

Until it's someone else's turn

I like the smell and endure the taste

Of everything that's cheaper

And when he asks me,