I've got Elaine on the brain
Shooting through my weather vain,
but I can't reach her.
I'm so sick over Elaine
Cold and flu drops down the drain,
and graying scrapyards (like metal)
Driving by the wheat silos and red barns
I can't yell enough, it's raking.
Downtown in a blue phone booth
Elaine is running out tonight
and shaking (I'm quaking)
She's all gold
and the ocean breaks cold
and I'm a wreck
You keep throwing down your wrenches.
1 | Social |
2 | Mary Ann |
3 | Field Trip |
4 | Another Sunny Afternoon |
5 | Burn For You |
6 | Youre The Greatest |
7 | Normal Girl |
8 | Butterbean |
9 | Long So Long |
10 | Please Be Mine |