i'm the captain of a team that never wins
but there's always another year to try again
what we lack in skill we make up in heart
and our fans die hard

olaeeoolayee
there's always something new
to do without
when you're living hand to mouth

i'm the general of an army of clowns
we don't march in line
we just kind of run around
our only weapon is our own ineptitude
but it seems to do

i'm the owner of a head that won't sit still
it's always what next what now what if what for
until i'm so worn out i don't know
what is what

olaeeoolayee
there's always something new
to do without
when you're living hand to mouth

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geronimo the tank is full
yeah here's to getting older
you might have seen the last of me
this leaf is turning over

i think that everything's all loaded
just close the trunk and get inside
we'll go get breakfast at some diner
and decide which way to drive

geronimo the tank is full...

every move i make is temporary
the only dream i've ever had starts over every day

another day surrenders to the skyline
when you're underdressed and overqualified
and my love for pasta dwindles by the moment
as every local call costs me another dime

backlit
you move through the crowd
glance at no one
lock tight your heirloom smile
did you show it to anyone
tell me is there another...

one day you'll realize
what i could be to you
then you might not act so
superior

hot pursuit to the photo finish
then she leaves you cold
but she's got everything that you ever
thought was beautiful

there must be something that i missed
betrayed by a disappointing kiss
the thought of something beautiful
there must be a piece that I left out
here's where the ugliness comes out
the search for something beautiful

hesitate and your lost opportunity knocks
then walks right in
anyway you're not looking for discipline
you just want something beautiful

so you keep on your wall
a momento of every face you've known
and you hide in a drawer
the proof that you once had something beautiful

you may be the one for me
but how would i know
i'm deaf when trumpets blow
and only in july do i love snow

you may be the one for me
the garden to my house
the girdle to my blouse
the breath when my lungs have turned to coal

you may be the one for me
the rest after my show
the drawbridge to my moat
the candle when my bulb has ceased to glow

you may be the one for me
the number i'll retire
the dream that won't expire
the photograph i'll pull out of the fire

you may be the one for me
the sickness to my cure
the clean air to my sewer
the words unsaid that force me to mature

if i had the luck
i'd fill my pockets up with silver dollars
and if i found my love
i might just have the nerve to call her

seven are the days that end too soon
tethered to these nights of nothing
shiver as i crouch behind the moon

if i had the words
i'd sew them in a quilt of pining
but someone in the clouds
made off with my silver lining

seven are the days that end too soon
mayor of this town of nowhere
shiver as i crouch behind the moon

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i'm not standing tall but i'm not laying low
i'm gonna try my hand on a traveling show
two bottles for a dollar
c'mon and buy one for a friend
ma'am a better cure just can't be found
out of town

i dug a hole
filled up my shoes with quicksand
buried alive
but now it's time
i can't see my shadow
i can't see my shadow

thanks for the party
the music was grand
my coach is outside waiting for me
so i'll put on my hat
if you'll hand me my cane
and i'll give your hand one kiss in parting

she's got pieces of me
pieces of me in her hands
there are scars on my skin
where her fingers burned in like a brand
pieces of me
pieces of me on her lips
then she lets down her hair and she causes a lunar eclipse

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have you got room to spare
cause i've been pushed into a corner
reserved for idiots and fools
and i'd like to leave this crowd and get some air
if you've got room to spare

everybody's guarding the home plate
everybody's saving a chair
i got to the movie a little too late
and i find there's not a seat that i can share

send it back
the longest day

no more green just an angry brown
more like a ferris wheel than a merry-go-round
legs all dangling at the very top i gaze around
suddenly all spread before me
my castle my hometown
send it back
it seems smaller to me
up above all the trees looking down

it's too cold for a traveling circus
fold the tents away

empty as a tourist town
summer's over
no lions to be tamed

in full sight
of Broadway light
even fights don't last long here
it's so strange
what remains
when we strip away

send me one bright star wrapped in paper
from my hometown
i'll carry it home on the subway
under my arm
i will be safe from the ones who'd harm me

if they knew
what went through
his head as he sits on the train
they'd step back
they'd retract
every assumption they made
but it's alright
i'm alright
i'll sit tight under my shame
caught between
two raging streams
and neither one will wash you clean

send me one bright star wrapped in paper...

was that the roadsign
that we flew by
kept my headlights on low
is it my drinking
or is this whole car sinking
with our windows unrolled

i'm in over my head

did not expect it
a house was erected
in a single day
it wasn't my plan
but we're two of a kind and
we sailed for forty days