pink lightning

when i was in the gutter

you were already deeply disturbed

there was that night i swear i heard you say you'd poisoned your father

between moans

so maybe he was mean and maybe he had a penchant

for back-handing your mother at the mere mention of love gone cold

like

how was she to know?

but that don't mean it's fine

that don't mean it's fine

that don't mean it's fine

to do whatever you like

when i was in the gutter

you were no longer sober

and i admired the grace

with which you fell off the wagon

surrounded by the dregs of horny divorcees

roller-blading busters in their crvs

come on

love

are you gonna give it up

or what?

if i feel no such love

if i feel no such love

though i am grateful for the shelter

while it holds me in its arms

oh

but when i feel better

when i feel better

when i feel better

can't tell me nothin'

so watch me chase the sun and dream that it's over

and i won

but did i love you once?

not so far from pismo

and to watch you twirl on the beach

under pink lightning

giggling

we're all just recycling"