I've been long, a long way from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos,
And drank til I was thirsty again
We went searching through thrift store jungles
Found Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's shampoo
And Benny Goodman's corset and pen
Well, o. k. I made this up
I promised you I'd never give up
You get down, real low down
You listen to Coltrane, derail your own train
Well who hasn't been there before?
I come round, around the hard way
Bring you comics in bed, scrape the mold off the bread
And serve you french toast again
Well, o. k. I still get stoned
I'm not the kind of girl you'd take home
We've been far, far away from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos
And everywhere in between
Well, o. k. we get along
So what if right now everything's wrong?
