Well, I guess I'll treat her right
I guess I'll treat her right more this time
I'll try not to rely
Try not to rely on the perfect lineAnd I see no boundaries
Except for the ones I'm in
And I don't expect you to overcome them
For that's my job descriptionIn a world of players and private eyes
Unless you realize this
There's a whole lot you could missDo you know which one I am?
I am the cigarette smoking man
Once an hour, I light the flower
And burn baby burnWhen is it your turn?
Lord, tell me when the sun goes down
'Cause I feel much better then anyway
Well, I see much, much better then anywayWell, I feel exposed, although I feel at home
Dressed as a black plastic rose
All flowing, head, shoulders, knees and toes
We dance, we dance, we play, we rant and raveOh, this childlike wildlife is flooring me
Oh, this childlike wildlife is flooring meEarly in the morning, late in the evening
Evening, we kinda get delirious
Breaking from the seriousness
I try not to get disorientedHaving chewed too many up on my side
Is it any wonder how I miss your smile?
Is it any wonder how I write? Pages layered upon pages
Which to no one else but me can be accounted for
For this moments sakeI do not become me
For path tunnels or straightaways
I do not watch as often as I shouldSo instead I sketch my life
A comfortable creature, slow and beautifully
Oh, the smell and tastes of the past nights
Well, they're still locked up in my gentle jawNot that I am wanting them to go
Just that they are and I'm very much aware
The madness of slow motion
As you move your legs to walk
I'm very much aware of this madness when you talkThis childlike wildlife is flooring me
Oh, this childlike wildlife is flooring meWe dance, we play
Oh Lord, we rant and rave
We dance and we play always