On Our Way To Crazy

There's a crazy girl in Santa Fe

That Allan used to see

She got mad one day and threw his things

Out the window violently

There's a park where she hangs out now

With the hookers and the bums

Ain't it wild how quick it changes

From the suburbs to the slums

CHORUS

Almost no one slides on purpose

No one sells their soul for free

But once we love the things that hurt us

We're on our way to crazy

On our way to crazy

There's a deep and howling darkness

That is tucked into the film

In between the flickers of her body

Milky white and slim

It's a loneliness translated

Into sex and back again

But the meaning gets all muddled

When she thinks he is her friend

And the black hole of attraction

That just follows her along

It looks all rich and sumptuous

But it always feels wrong

And "The contents they don't matter

It's appearance that is key"

That's the mantra that she mutters

By the glow of the TV

Now you've followed down the spiral

To its deadly final point

Where you think the reason you was born

Was just to dirty up the joint

Now remember how it used to feel

How everything would work

Back before you lost control

Back when the steering wheel jerked