Sour Suite

Don't wanna listen to

My telephone ring

Or sing ding-a-ling

Or talk about a thing

Not this morning

I don't want to think

About the night before

Or maybe it's a bore

Behind that open door

Got no time for that this morning

If I had the mind

Or I had the time

Maybe I could throw together

A new kind of rhyme

And tell about my warning

But it's too late now

It's too late now

It's too late now

I don't wanna think about

A runaway dad

That took away the only thing

That I've ever had

Don't even miss him this morning

I don't wanna think about

A cold goodbye

Or a high school buddy

Got a little too high

I can't help him out this morning

Reviewers laugh at me

So I go out to see

And perhaps it's just as well

'Cause I'd rather be in hell

Than be a wealthy man this morning

But it's too late now

It's too late now

It's too late now

Whatever happened

To images

'Cause now they're gone

And worn out phrases

Just keep a-hanging on

Whatever happened to homes

As opposed to houses

A conversation sayings

As the evening drowses

It's just like four six two oh one

It's just like four six two oh one

Whatever happened

To early morning urban skies

And broken faces

Half with melting eyes

Enough of riddles

That just play with time

'Cause I'm still here

And I can't beg a dime

I'm back here in four six two oh one

I'm back here in four six two oh one

Some bed is waiting for me

'Round the corner now

I gotta find it and try and

Hang on for a little while

Back here in four six two oh one, yeah

Mmm, there's gotta be

A few small changes made, mmm

I don't wanna listen to

My telephone ring

Or sing ding-a-ling

Or talk about a thing

Leave me alone this morning