Standing Outside A Broken Phone Booth With Money In My Hand

(BB King)I been downhearted baby Since the day we met I been downhearted baby Ever since the day we met I been downhearted baby... Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep Moonlight spills on comic books *These lines are mixed up on your submissions of lyrics* An old friend calls and tells us where to meet And superstars in magazines Her plane takes off from Baltimore And touches down on Bourbon Street We sit outside and argue all night long But never fails to side with me About a god we've never seen Sunday comes and all the papers say Ma Theresa's joined the mob And happy with her full time job Am I alive or thoughts that drift away? Can humans do what prophets say? Does summer come for everyone? And if I die before I learn to speak But half asleep? Can money pay for all the days I lived awake A life is time, they teach you growing up A million years before the fall Yyou ride the waves but don't ask where they go The seconds ticking killed us all You swim like lions through the crest (Indistinctive babbling on radio) And bathe yourself in zebra flesh I've been downhearted baby I've been downhearted baby Ever since the day we met Ever since the day we met Submitted by Michael Hack