A Broken Tenor

(álbum: Nothing Feels Good - 1997)

Red. Blue. Where are you tonight
You say everything just right
You say everything just right
I live on a dead end street
Where men and women meet
The country's really far from me
Where the seasons get universal
Yeah, the seasons get universal
Why are you still surprised
By a quart of gin and a quarter scotch
A quiet airplane and a half-hour
Off the clock

Where are you? Where are you?
Your hair knows, your hair knows

Your hair knows the top of your T-shirt
The top of your T-shirt
And your back was up in arms about it
But I'm not as good as the interstates are
Not as good as the interstates are
I just can't take you that far
And I just can't take you that far

And I'm not as good as the interstates are
As the interstates are
I just can't take you that far

Into a Polish town
Into a German tongue, a German tongue
In time with Irish round
Did he hear that you are young
And every Russian girl is you

Into a Polish town
Into a German tongue, a German tongue
In time with Irish round round round
Did he hear? Did he hear?
He didn't hear here

Red. Blue. Where are you tonight
Where are you
Where are you tonight