Sour Suite

Don't want to 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 an open door

I've 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 want to think about a runaway dad

That took away the only thing that I've never had

Don't even miss him this morning

I don't want to 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 sea

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

The conversation sinks as the evening drowses

It's just like 46201

It's just like 46201

Whatever happened to early morning open 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 46201

I'm back here in 46201

Something better's waiting for me around the corner now

I got to find it and try and hang on for a little while

I'm back here in 46201

There's gotta be a few small changes made

Don't want to listen to my telephone ring

Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing

Leave me alone this morning