virtue is relative at best
there's nothing worse than a sunset
when you're driving due west
and i'm afraid that my love
is gonna come up short
there is no there there
and i guess i'm scared
'cause i want to have good news to report
every time i come up for air
now i'm cruising through a chromakey blue sky
but i know that in an hour or three
the sun is gonna be in my eyes
and i know that sometimes all i can see
is how i feel
like the whole world is on the other side
of a dirty windshield
and i'm trying to see through the glare
yeah i'm struggling just to see what is there
the one person who really knows me best
says i'm like a cat
yeah the kind of cat that you just can't pick up
and throw into your lap
no the kind who doesn't mind being held
only when its her idea
yeah the kind that feels what she decides to feel
when she is good and ready to feel
and now i am crawling through the backyard
i am hiding under the car
i have gotten out of everything
i've gotten into so far
i eat when i am hungry
and i travel alone
just outside the glow of the house
is where i feel most at home
but in the window you sometimes appear
and your music is faint in my ear
