Lyric Sour Suite

Don t wanna listen to my telephone ring
Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing
Not this mornin

I don t wanna think about the night before
Or maybe it s a bore behind that open door
Got no time for that this mornin

If I had the mind or I had the time
Maybe I could throw together a new kind of rhyme
And tell about my warnin

But it s too late now
It s too late now
It s too late now

I don t wanna think about a runaway Dad
That took away the only thing that I ve ever had
Don t even miss him this mornin

I don t wanna think about a cold goodbye
Or a high school buddy got a little too high
I can t help him out this mornin

Reviewers laugh at me so I go out to see
And perhaps it s just as well, cause I d rather be in hell
Than be a wealthy man this mornin

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-hangin on
Whatever happened to homes as opposed to houses?
A conversation, sayings as the evening drowses
It s just like 4 6 2 O 1
It s just like 4 6 2 O 1

Whatever happened to early morning urban 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 4 6 2 O 1
I m back here in 4 6 2 O 1

Some bed is waitin for me round the corner now
I gotta find it and try and hang on for a little while
Back here in 4 6 2 O 1, yeah
Mmm, there s gotta be a few small changes made

Don t wanna listen to my telephone ring
Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing
Leave me alone this mornin