If i could tell you something, i would tell you it all
But i don't know anything anymore
I let the dirt and the rain and the cold come in
They were outside just poundin' on the door
Ladies in the corner want to borrow your smokes
As if returning 'em would do any good
Procrastinating what i know i'm just gonna do
That for everyone eventually comes
I know i got a long way to go
I'm hanging on the side of a road
I see the words but i don't know
I'm slipping through the cracks
I'm slipping through the cracks . . . the cracks in a photograph
I got a letter in my pocket and a pain in my tooth
And there's money in the bank up the street
I got a jacket that would fit you
And a couple of old guitars that i'd like for you to keep
If you run into my sister tell her "elvis is cool
But the rolling stones will sweep her away"
And money's always worth it on a monday night
Cause on friday she should get it for free
I know i got a long way to go
I'm hanging on the side of a road
I see the words but i don't know
I'm slipping through the cracks
I'm slipping through the cracks . . .
And everybody's dancing as the ship's going down
Why is it taking so long [?]
If i could tell you something, i would tell you it all
But i don't know anything anymore
I let the dirt and the rain and the cold come in
And i don't know what for
Ladies in the corner want to borrow your smokes
As if returning 'em would do any good
Procrastinating what i know i'm just gonna do
And everybody knows it too
I know i got a long way to go
I'm hanging on the side of a road
I see the words but i don't know
I'm slipping through the cracks
I'm slipping through the cracks . . . the cracks in a photograph
