Sour Suite

Don't want to listen to my telephone ring
 Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing
 Not this morning
 I don't want to think about the night before
 Or maybe it's a bore behind an open door
 I've got no time for that this morning
 If I had the mind or I had the time
 Maybe I could throw together a new kind of rhyme
 And tell about my warning
 But it's too late now
 It's too late now
 It's too late now
 I don't want to think about a runaway dad
 That took away the only thing that I've never had
 Don't even miss him this morning
 I don't want to think about a cold goodbye
 Or a high school buddy got a little too high
 I can't help him out this morning
 Reviewers laugh at me so I go out to sea
 And perhaps it's just as well 'cause I'd rather be in hell
 Than be a wealthy man this morning
 But it's too late now
 It's too late now
 It's too late now
 Whatever happened to images, 'cause now they're gone
 And worn-out phrases just keep a-hanging on
 Whatever happened to homes as opposed to houses
 The conversation sinks as the evening drowses
 It's just like 46201
 It's just like 46201
 Whatever happened to early morning open skies
 And broken faces, half with melting eyes
 Enough of riddles that just play with time
 'Cause I'm still here and I can't beg a dime
 I'm back here in 46201
 I'm back here in 46201
 Something better's waiting for me around the corner now
 I got to find it and try and hang on for a little while
 I'm back here in 46201
 There's gotta be a few small changes made
 Don't want to listen to my telephone ring
 Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing
 Leave me alone this morning