The list of my motives is meaningless.
And many are middle of the road.
I’m as harmless and a charmless bracelet.
huging your wrist pulsing with your clothes.
Your right hand is a beacon in the storm sky.
Your left hand is the wind that rules the waves.
Your fingers are peddles on a dandelion scattering as it sails in through your shades.
lets be honest with each other now.
I’ve got some things that I cant ever say.
let’s get real, there is a better chance,
that I might move to Golden Graceland,
and you may play a Wurlitzer in space.
Well how do I know you’re hurting?
Cause you told me.
And how do you know I’m not?
Well, I never did.
And why you sought me out to share your sorrows,
I will never know, but I certainly wont question.
I could sit and type all afternoon.
Smoking while you sang songs you stole from me.
I wouldn’t hide it from no camera crew,
screw my public image,
I’m on the perfect pilgrimage with you.
Let’s be honest with each other now.
Got some things that I cant ever say.
Oh, lets get real, there is a better chance.
That I might move to Golden Graceland,
I might move to Golden Graceland.
I might move to Golden Graceland.
I might move to Golden Graceland.
I might move to Golden Graceland.
And you may play a Wurlitzer in space.
