paroles de chanson salvador - tommy oeffling

I wrote this song in my boxers
In the cool crisp morning light
And I'd like to see if you're waiting for me
Down the block at the shops on West Wells Street
Crosswalk jaywalking hoppers
And all the coppers, no, they can't touch me
Sponge soaked, spilled-out gift shop lovers
Sisters in arms with their brothers and their mothers

Well, you are an anarchist, I am an analyst
You are a catalyst coming for me
Melodrama plaza, mamas and the papas
No, they'll never understand, but it's plain to see

"Secret Knowledge of Backroads"
Will be the name of my book someday
Autobiographical, in no way fanatical
Reads like a flashbulb memory but casual
I'm sick of skimming the sunset
And playing Solitaire, I like War more
I get tongue tied talking to you
In retrospect, I redden, but really, who knew?

Well, you are an anarchist, I am an analyst
You are a catalyst coming for me
Melodrama plaza, mamas and the papas
No, they'll never understand, but it's plain to see