When I hit on love

with nothing to back it up

count me out of luck



Forgive me if I don't get up



Forgive me if I don't get up

forgive me if my numbers don't show

I'm always aiming to go



Count me out

I'm too naive

for too long I've been absent without leaving

I go missing out awkward scenes

daydreaming with a vengeance

supreme



I think she knows, I think she knows



"He's got a skullful

or kerosene and shortcuts

balanced on his neck

overhead, a jet

full of passengers

slumbering in his ear

she's weirder, weirder, weirder

than at any other time

she's got his chassis

nuzzling a foggy bottom line"