Ahab

(album: Mix Tape - 2009)

Oh, take me to the place
Where the Queen Anne's lace runs wild
Down some country bend
I'm sick of New York again

Oh man, I've got it bad
I'm like Ahab, I'm in love
Such a dirty thought
For the one fish I never caught

It's all been written, they say
Like a school play in the gymnasium
So you can tell Don DeLillo
He's got a fine sense of humor

This fever might last forever
You and me, kid, we should stick together

Take me to some bull fight
In white and gold tights and a purple cape
I'll do just fine
I've got victory on my mind

Molly Johnson's, down your stairs
Always dying her hair like she's on the run
If you ever escape, I could use a little change in pace

This fever might last forever
You and me, kid, we should stick together
Yo-dee-oh-day-hee, Yo-dee-oh-day-hee, Yo-dee-oh-day-hee...

Oh take me to the place
Where the Queen Anne's lace runs wild...