Lyrics

2001

Part I

Verse:

Time tastes wet with fish that float
and covered up cans and
scribbled notes
and letters that leave October confused-
plastic girls and their attitudes.

Chorus:

And what daddy done got
he got good for his darlin'
and I'm hell red in envy
of that bra you just got in

Verse:

Dressed in vinyl
four decades gone mute,
en-caged in a desk job
wearing chicken suits
and feathers that fall and crawling like ants-
falling stars on your black plants.

Chorus:

Part II:

And I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting on,
I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting on.
I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting on,
I'm waiting I'm waiting I'm waiting on.

.......Turn my head and I'm a young man
turn my head and I'm a middle aged man.
Turn my head and I'm an old man,
Turn my head and I'm a dead man.