Mess Around

Feel like messing up, cutting my teeth

On stolen candy, chewing on something sweet

I don't know what, what I came here for

Stumbling down these streets, trying to find your door

Take the long way 'round, long walk across this town

If I was any good at painting, I'd paint it up and down

But I'm not, I'm just trying not to make a sound

Whistling to myself the Fourth Street Mess Around

Mess around, mess around, mess around...

Wanna tell it like it is from heaven's point of view

But I would not have lived in vain if I could utter one thing true

Or not build this life so artificially

Not go about it all so goddam superficially

Lay myself down, quit running so ragged

Blaze me a trail just a little less jagged

But for now I'm just stuck here in this town

Singing to myself the Fourth Street Mess Around

Mess around, mess around, mess around...