me and t-bone on the road to town
it's like i'm walking with a talking machine. just as soon as he thinks of something else
he won't wait to interrupt himself. must be something that he can't quite say
he just doesn't want to leave it that way. although he may not know it yet
he's just trying to forget what his heart remembers. i see that t-bone got an automobile
low-loping and open to the sky. all night behind the hurricane wheel
riding in the eye. all day underneath the hood
wood. he needs a mile of masking tape if he wants to keep his ship in shape
someday to escape what his heart remembers
what his heart remembers. t-bone's not alone
looks like he gets a second chance. it's mamarama and lumalamalu want to take him to recovery dance. he's looking like he gets his meat suit back
i guess he must have missed the crack attack. still he's riding for a fall 'cause it's written upon the wall
that now he must recall what his heart remembers
what his heart remembers.