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Sour Suite

Don't wanna listen to my telephone ring

Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing

Not this mornin'

I don't wanna think about the night before

Or maybe it's a bore behind that open door

Got no time for that this mornin'

If I had the mind or I had the time

Maybe I could throw together a new kind of rhyme

And tell about my warnin'

But it's too late now

It's too late now

It's too late now

I don't wanna think about a runaway Dad

That took away the only thing that I've ever had

Don't even miss him this mornin'

I don't wanna think about a cold goodbye

Or a high school buddy got a little too high

I can't help him out this mornin'

Reviewers laugh at me so I go out to see

And perhaps it's just as well 'cause I'd rather be in hell

Than be a wealthy man this mornin'

But it's too late now

It's too late now

It's too late now

Whatever happened to images 'cause now they're gone

And worn out phrases just keep a-hangin' on

Whatever happened to homes as opposed to houses

A conversation sayings as the evening drowses

It's just like 4 6 2 O 1

It's just like 4 6 2 O 1

Whatever happened to early morning urban skies

And broken faces half with melting eyes

Enough of riddles that just play with time

'Cause I'm still here and I can't beg a dime

I'm back here in 4 6 2 O 1

I'm back here in 4 6 2 O 1

Some bed is waitin' for me 'round the corner now

I gotta find it and try and hang on for a little while

Back here in 4 6 2 O 1 yeah

Mmm there's gotta be a few small changes made

Don't wanna listen to my telephone ring

Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing

Leave me alone this mornin'