I had a wet dream in the desert
Then everyone got thirsty and they didn’t know why
Seems they been lacking something in their life
Waiting for rain to come down from the sky

So little lady’s got a problem, mr Oncle like to touch her
But she better not tell, ah-come work it on out for your self
No solutions come, you can ask for help

I like to get into something you might understand
Oceans of teacups a great big world with little hands
A tv show comes on to night but no one get the station
Of my quiet desperation... Quiet desperation yeah-yeah

And if the next plane leaves for Dover
Tell them don’t paint serenity on my face
I want everyone to know what went on here
I don’t want no farytales about this place

I like to get into something you might….

I like to get into something you might…. You-you-quiet