Eilen Jewell

Mess Around

Eilen Jewell


Feel like messing up, cutting my teeth 
On stolen candy, chewing on something sweet 
I don't know what, what I came here for 
Stumbling down these streets, trying to find your door 

Take the long way 'round, long walk across this town 
If I was any good at painting, I'd paint it up and down 
But I'm not, I'm just trying not to make a sound 
Whistling to myself the Fourth Street Mess Around 
Mess around, mess around, mess around… 

Wanna tell it like it is from heaven's point of view 
But I would not have lived in vain if I could utter one thing true 
Or not build this life so artificially 
Not go about it all so goddam superficially 

Lay myself down, quit running so ragged 
Blaze me a trail just a little less jagged 
But for now I'm just stuck here in this town 
Singing to myself the Fourth Street Mess Around 
Mess around, mess around, mess around…