i went in to twelve bookstores looking for ulysses
motherwell led me to believe all my questions would be answered
now i have it here sitting on the table
another word for the universe
loose green tea and a bonsai tree, an underground apartment
check my e-mail and wash my clothes while my rice is cooking
oh jesus christ, how i hate making phonecalls
so i lead a lonely life
a waterfall from a higher place told me all about you
the funeral of the man i was told me not to doubt you
oh what we could do with your dress up round your shoulders
we could leave all our fear behind
i went in to the liquor store looking for a bottle
of my favorite bombay gin, the answer to my problems
but to my delight the bottles were all taken
ah yeah, another hero's night