Drivin' With Your Eyes Closed

I met a Frenchman in a field last night

He was out there with an easel,

painting carnival light

He said, "I used to paint the princess;

I used to paint the frogs

Now I paint mustaches on dangerous dogs"

He said, "Sometimes it's a country;

sometimes it's a girl

You, everybody got to have a purpose

in this world

You Yankees are so silly about matters of

the heart

Don't you know that women are the only

works of art

You're drivin' with your eyes closed

You're drivin' with your eyes closed

You're drivin' with your eyes closed

You're gonna hit somethin'

But that's the way it goes"

Some guys were born to Rimbaud

Some guys breathe Baudelaire

Some guys just got to go and put

their rockets everywhere

You can breed 'em by the thousands;

you can trick and you can train

Just look at all those poor dogs that are

dragged down bu the Seine

How many arrows must I shoot into the

blue?

Ah, you little maniac, I'm crazy over you

Before The Dearth of Lovers and

The Punishment of Pride

Let's go scrape out on the terrazzo

It's just to hot outside

"You're drivin' with your eyes closed

You're drivin' with your eyes closed

You're drivin' with your eyes closed

You're gonna hit somethin'

But that's the way it goes"

Talk talk, talk and talk

Talk talk, sweet talk

Talk talk, tough talk

Talk talk, dirty talk

Talk talk, walk and talk

Talk talk, big talk

Kiss kiss, kiss

Talk talk, talk and talk

Talk talk, smooth talk

Talk talk, body talk

Talk talk, back talk

Talk talk, small talk

Talk talk, baby talk

Talk talk, peace talk

Talk talk, bullshit