Continental Breakfast

You won't believe what I coulda told ya

But I don't believe I've the balls to let you know

I can say that 'cause I'm a man

But I feel like a little boy today

I cherish my intercontinental friendships

We talk it over continental breakfast

In a hotel in East Bumble, wherever

Somewhere on the sphere, around here

I cherish my intercontinental friendships

Not much very big on enemies

So I kick a can way up into the Sun, man

But it falls down into a ravine

I don't mean to even think about it that way, but I do

Watchin' the waves come in at night

From my back porch stoop

Porch swing swingin' on its own

See it's just an inhabitant of some holy ghost

I walk like a bruised ego along shorefront property

Un-owned to me

But I'm feelin' inferior on the interior don't ya see

Guarded and sentimental (and after all, its just a rental)

(Like better luck performin' telekinesis on a priestess)

You won't believe what I mighta, coulda told ya

But I wouldn't wanna leave ya trippin' out over it

OK, more-so me, but

(Or just me)

Watchin' the waves come in at night

From my back porch stoop

Porch swing swingin' on its own

See it's just an inhabitant of some holy ghost

I cherish my intercontinental friendships

We talk it over continental breakfast

In a hotel in East Bumble, wherever

Somewhere on the sphere, around here