Wurlitzer in Space

The list of my motives is meaningless.

And many are middle of the road.

I’m as harmless and a charmless bracelet.

huging your wrist pulsing with your clothes.

Your right hand is a beacon in the storm sky.

Your left hand is the wind that rules the waves.

Your fingers are peddles on a dandelion scattering as it sails in through your shades.

lets be honest with each other now.

I’ve got some things that I cant ever say.

let’s get real, there is a better chance,

that I might move to Golden Graceland,

and you may play a Wurlitzer in space.

Well how do I know you’re hurting?

Cause you told me.

And how do you know I’m not?

Well, I never did.

And why you sought me out to share your sorrows,

I will never know, but I certainly wont question.

I could sit and type all afternoon.

Smoking while you sang songs you stole from me.

I wouldn’t hide it from no camera crew,

screw my public image,

I’m on the perfect pilgrimage with you.

Let’s be honest with each other now.

Got some things that I cant ever say.

Oh, lets get real, there is a better chance.

That I might move to Golden Graceland,

I might move to Golden Graceland.

I might move to Golden Graceland.

I might move to Golden Graceland.

I might move to Golden Graceland.

And you may play a Wurlitzer in space.