Somehow that always just made me feel good
I can put a spare bulb in my hand
And light up my yard

Late at night when the wires in the walls
Sing in tune with the din of the falls
I'm conducting it all while I sleep
To light this whole town

If you question what I would do
To get over and be with you
Lift you up over everything
To light up my room

So I've been e-mailing this girl for almost a month now. In a few days, she'll be coming back into the state after being away for a while. I've met her once, back in October. She gave me a nice birthday massage, I gave a fabulous drug experience. As of July, 2002, she still will not be old enough to drink.

And here I was thinking I didn't have any corruption credit left. Hah!

There's a shopping cart in the ravine
The foam on the creek is like pop and ice cream
A field full of tires that is always on fire
To light my way home

There are luxuries we can't afford
But in our house we never get bored
We can dance to the radio station
That plays in our teeth

If you question what I would do
To get over and be with you
Lift you up over everything
To light up my room

She gets in Monday, I think, but I'm not expecting to see her that day. People tend to need to lie down for a while and then unpack after that sort of drive. Besides, I have other engagements; coffee here, karaoke there, and maybe dinner somewhere in between if I have the time. There's also a question of sex sometime that day, Tuesday, or both days and who with. Gotta love it, weather warms up and suddenly people wanna fuck; meanwhile when it's cold, there's no nookie to be had. Life just works backwards sometimes.

I'm gonna need money to buy supplies.

A Hydro-field cuts through my neighborhood
Somehow that always just made me feel good
I can put a spare bulb in my hand
And light up my yard

Light up my yard
Lights in my yard
Light up my yard