My Life Is in Storage

I had a castle, I had no hassles

Now tears are tassels

You're sure to know it, just when you blow it

Then you can stow it

My life is in storage

My life is in storage

Come take a voyage to personal storage

And we will forage

Leashes for my hounds, my tools for my grounds

Speakers for my sounds

My life is in storage

My life is in storage

Here are the pictures of permanent fixtures

Now they're just pictures

Lying in this stack, baking in this shack

Of things I can't get back

My life is in storage

My life is in storage

What life has become, stored here for a sum

I hauled it, I feel dumb

I got my lock and key, I paid a man his fee

Now I wait and see

My life is in storage

My life is in storage

I believe in your perfect face

I believe in your place in the sun

Can we leave now, this dusty space?

Can we have a little fun?

I was standing at the podium

Though I was a little drunk

To the darkened auditorium

I delivered my funk

You were standing at the edge of the light

Trying not to be too impressed

I was trying for the sake of the night

Not to be too depressed

I called you on the telephone

From a hotel in Beverly Hills

And though I was scared to the bone

You were giving me thrills

I believe in your perfect face

I believe in your place in the sun

Can we leave now, this dusty space?

Can we have a little fun?