Wasting your days Chasing some girls, alright Chasing cocaine through the back rooms Of the world all night Wasting your days Chasing some girls, alright Chasing cocaine through the back rooms Of the world all night Sounds, smash hits, melody maker, NME All sound like a dream to me All sound like a dream to me All sounds like a dream Sounds, smash hits, melody maker, NME All sound like a dream to me All sound like a dream to me All sounds like a dream Step out of your toga and into the fog You are a prince on the ocean In a pinch, in the sky, in your eye Step out of your toga and into the ocean Look, they got your prints on the fog In a pinch, in the sky, in your eye In the sky, in your eye In a pinch, in the sky, in your eye I wrote a song for America, who knew? I wrote a song for America, who knew? Who knew?

Just look at the world around you Actually, no, don't look Just look at the world around you Actually, no, don't look But if you only knew how I cry foul every hour of every day Well, I hope you've enjoyed your stay Here in the City of the Dying Embers The petite Terror Train that thought that it could We throw the game and oh how it feels so good To be drunk on the field again To be drunk on the field Again Come out, come out, wherever you are But you don't, the dead don't come out The dead twist and shout in an invisible world The Grand Ole Opry of Death is breathless Breathless Breathless Breathless Breathless What do you do with it? For whom have you been saving? What do you do with it? For whom have you been saving? Oh yes, you've been good to me in your way That's what I'll write about when I write about The Raven That's what I'll write about when I write about The Raven That's what I'll write about when I write about The Raven That's what I'll write about when I write about The Raven That's what I'll write about when I write about The Raven

You terrify the land, you are pestle and mortar Your first love's new order, mother nature's son King of the Everglades, population 1 I write poetry for myself, I write poetry for myself Oh, baby Blue eyes You're a permanent figure of jacked up sorrow I want you to love me, you send me a coffin of roses I guess that's the way that things go these days Take pills, for instance, I heard they're no good for you "I won't and I never will," she said "I won't and I never will, I won't and I never will I won't and I never will, I won't and I never will" Blue eyes, blue eyes Oh baby, can't you see they had it in for me? They had it in for me, they had it in for me Oh, baby can't you see they had it in for me (I won't and I never will) They had it in for me, blue eyes Oh baby, you got those blue eyes I sent a message in a bottle to the press It said, "Don't be ashamed or disgusted with yourselves Don't be ashamed or disgusted with yourselves Don't be ashamed or disgusted with yourselves" "I've thumbed through the books on your shelves I've thumbed through the books on your shelves I've thumbed through the books on your shelves I've thumbed through the books on your shelves" Blue eyes