You're pushin' a furnace
You're workin' too hard
You're setting things off – all over the yard
You play with your 'top' – till your eyes start to spin
Then you shrug your shoulders and ask me where I've been
Travel fulfills you but the distance it k**s you
Oh oh ain't that nothin'
Why don't you tell me somethin'
Tragedy
Ain't that nothin'
I just wish you'd tell me something –
The fan keeps whirling
The wind stays hot – but I can't keep from slippin' a lot
I look in that purse
It's a blessing and a curse
Discover dishonor with its thousand commands
It ain't worth a shot
That target is sand
But I love disaster and I love what comes after.