If I'd never have said these words
Would they still be there in your top drawer?
I've been mining deep in your sleep
Refining crude ore
In the wake of the moment that you wake up
Make yourself accustomed to the shake up
Charcoal, quills, typewriters, ball point pens eroding
Real potential information decomposing
b***on your heart to your cardigan breast
My God you'd be a walking publication
Give in to temptation
Make yourself a little declaration
I walk off the beaten track
If I had a forest of my own I'd be a lumberjack
These dumb c**** sittin back
Think they'll find a lifetime of experience in Kerouac
Out on the street its education
Make your observation
Make yourself a little declaration
Generation, expectation, superstition, television, big decision
Brought up as a christian
If I'd never have said these words
Would they still be there in your heart
In eternal expectation
Waiting on a little declaration
I walk off the beaten track
If I had a forest of my own I'd be a lumberjack
In a wood chip shot-up shack
If I was a little less demonic
Would you take me back into your arms
Or would I stay in eternal expectation
Waiting on a little declaration
Out on the street its education
Make your observation
Make yourself a little declaration
If I'd never have said these words
Would they still make a sound?
Would they still be there in your top drawer?
I've been mining deep in your sleep
Refining crude ore
In the wake of the moment that you wake up
Make yourself accustomed to the shake up
Charcoal, quills, typewriters, ball point pens eroding
Real potential information decomposing
b***on your heart to your cardigan breast
My God you'd be a walking publication
Give in to temptation
Make yourself a little declaration
I walk off the beaten track
If I had a forest of my own I'd be a lumberjack
These dumb c**** sittin back
Think they'll find a lifetime of experience in Kerouac
Out on the street its education
Make your observation
Make yourself a little declaration
Generation, expectation, superstition, television, big decision
Brought up as a christian
If I'd never have said these words
Would they still be there in your heart
In eternal expectation
Waiting on a little declaration
I walk off the beaten track
If I had a forest of my own I'd be a lumberjack
In a wood chip shot-up shack
If I was a little less demonic
Would you take me back into your arms
Or would I stay in eternal expectation
Waiting on a little declaration
Out on the street its education
Make your observation
Make yourself a little declaration
If I'd never have said these words
Would they still make a sound?