Urge

(album: Songs Of Pain - 1981)

Get attached to a rolling stone
And your libel to get crushed
Your better off to sit at home
And watch the toilet flush

I like to sit and look at her
I like to do that so much
To stand and act mysterious
And to watch her blush

I know I'm such a weird guy
She could never take me serious
There's always that green monkey
In around or near us

I think sometimes of holding her
But the picture gets all blurred
I see shadows dancing on my wall
Thoughts scatter like birds

I wish to God I could touch her hand
Somehow make her understand
The man I somehow wanna be
The man I want her to make me

But she stands so distant and rolls her eyes
She leaves me and I don't know why
Nothing seems to make much sense
I can't appreciate the sky

And so I go home lonely
Like a wolf without a pack
I got nothing to put my love in
Like groceries without a sack

Maybe someday when she gets fat
She'll think about what she's missed
She'll know shell never get me back
She'll feel just like the pits

She'll sit lonely in her apartment
Thinking about what might have been
She'll know her man had come and went
Maybe she'll take me seriously then

Get attached to a rolling stone
And your libel to get crushed
Your better off to sit at home
And watch the toilet flush