I Give Up

(álbum: The Lost Recordings II - 1989)

I give up, I give up
I t-ried real hard
But now I give up

Now the sweat
Run down to my sock
Nothing left but a box in the ground

No one's immune to burglary
When you stole my heart
I was charmed at first

But then I realized
I was dying of first
In the dessert of love

Like a trouper
With super-duper patience
I waited until everything had dried up in my wishing well

And it's been hell
Believe me that
A farmer in the dell
Plagued by a bat

And your mysterious smile
Magnificently re-created
In my mind for quite some time

And I hung on
Hoping for a mira-cle
Or a medal for my emotional bravery, yes

Just like Davy Crockett
At the Alamo
When that bullet hit him
He knew he had to go

So, I give up, I give up
I tried real hard
But now I give up