I went into twelve bookstores looking for Ulysses
Motherwell led me to believe all my questions would be answered
Now I have it here sitting on the table
Another word for the universe

Loose green tea and a bonsai tree, an underground apartment
Check my e-mail and wash my clothes while my rice is cooking
Oh Jesus Christ, how I hate making phonecalls
So I lead a lonely life

A waterfall from a higher place told me all about you
The funeral of the man I was told me not to doubt you
Oh what we could do with your dress up round your shoulders
We could leave all our fear behind

I went in to the liquor store looking for a bottle
Of my favorite bombay gin, the answer to my problems
But to my delight the bottles were all taken
Oh yeah, another hero's night