You won't believe what I coulda told ya
But I don't believe I've the balls to let you know
I can say that 'cause I'm a man
But I feel like a little boy today
I cherish my intercontinental friendships
We talk it over continental breakfast
In a hotel in East Bumble, wherever
Somewhere on the sphere, around here
I cherish my intercontinental friendships
Not much very big on enemies
So I kick a can way up into the Sun, man
But it falls down into a ravine
I don't mean to even think about it that way, but I do
Watchin' the waves come in at night
From my back porch stoop
Porch swing swingin' on its own
See it's just an inhabitant of some holy ghost
I walk like a bruised ego along shorefront property
Un-owned to me
But I'm feelin' inferior on the interior don't ya see
Guarded and sentimental (and after all, its just a rental)
(Like better luck performin' telekinesis on a priestess)
You won't believe what I mighta, coulda told ya
But I wouldn't wanna leave ya trippin' out over it
OK, more-so me, but
(Or just me)
Watchin' the waves come in at night
From my back porch stoop
Porch swing swingin' on its own
See it's just an inhabitant of some holy ghost
I cherish my intercontinental friendships
We talk it over continental breakfast
In a hotel in East Bumble, wherever
Somewhere on the sphere, around here
