Titillations been replaced by Interstate brickface and Coffee-Mate

and by a list of phone calls you'll like to make

where you could sit on the edge of your bed

and you could stare into your own shoes

and in the pools of light there

go wherever you choose



just rig up a complication and if it derails

you can throw away the rudder and float away like vapour trails



There's nothing funnier than pride in an utterly confident stride

so I pulled the car on over to give you a ride

Damn this sleepy weather he said

as he marched in sopping wet shoes

through rainpools evaporationg

says in this sign I'll conquer you



I pulled the car on over to give you a ride

but there's nothing uglier than a man hitting his stride

(now the morning's over light wind blows)

past Mexicans all dressed in beige shirts

leaning over their hoes

now the morning's over

it's time to let them sprinklers hose



past hills of chambermaids' dark bare arms

and fields of muscle quilted to the bone

right now I'm flying over

yea right now I'm flying home

where I can sit on the end of my bed

and I can stare into my own shoes

and in the pools of light years

go wherever I choose



and throw away the rudder float away on vapour trails

I rigged up a complication totally derailed

so I throw away the rudder float away like vapour trails

I pulled the car on over

(it's time to let them sprinklers hose)



throw away the rudder

float away on a vapour trail