Drove downtown in the rain, 9:30 on a Tuesday nightJust to check out the late-night record shopCall it impulsive, call it compulsive, call it insaneBut when I'm surrounded I just can't stop It's a matter of instinct, it's a matter of conditioning, a matter of factYou can call me Pavlov's dogRing a bell and I'll salivate, now how'd you like that?Dr. Landy, tell me you're not just a pedagogue 'Cause right now I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did Well, I-I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did, whoa So I'm a-lying here just staring at the ceiling tilesAnd I'm thinking about, oh, what to think aboutJust listening and relistening to Smiley SmileAnd I'm wondering if this is some kind of creative drought Because I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson didWell, I-I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did, whoa And if you want to find me, I'll be out in the sandboxJust wondering where the hell all the love is goneA-playing my guitar and building castles in the sun, whoa, whoa, whoaAnd singing "Fun, Fun, Fun" I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did Well, I-I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did, whoa I had a dreamThat I was 300 poundsAnd though I was very heavyI floated till I couldn't see the groundI floated till I couldn't see the ground, ohSomebody help me, I couldn't see the groundSomebody help me, I couldn't see the groundSomebody help meBecause I'm Lying in bed just like Brian Wilson didWell, I-I'm lying in bed just like Brian Wilson did, ooh, yeah Drove downtown in the rain, 9:30 on a Tuesday nightJust to check out the late-night record shop (late-night record shop)Call it impulsive, you can call it compulsive, you can call it insane, ohBut when I'm surrounded I just can't stop

I tend the wheat field that makes your breadI bind the sweet veal, pluck the hens that make your bedMother Nature, and Mother EarthAre two of three women who dictate what I'm worth I'm the farmerI work in the fields all dayDon't mean to alarm herBut I know it was meant to be this way You cried a tear, I wiped it dryI put you up upon a pedestal so highIf you should waver, If you should swayI'd catch you, spread my tiny wings and fly awayYou signed your picture with an O and XI bet you don't write "love" each time you sign your cheques I'm the farmerI work in the fields all dayDon't mean to alarm herBut I know it was meant to be this way All of this corn I grow, I grow it all for youI took a hatchet to the radio, I did it all for youYou could have written back, and you could have said "Thank You"But I guess you've got better thingsBetter things to do You say you love me, is that the truth?Although they've heard the songs my friends need living proofI know your address, I ring the bellI bring you flowers and a .22 with shells I'm the farmerI work in the fields all dayNever wanted to harm herBut I know it was meant to be this way

The bravest thing I've ever done was to run away and hide.But not this time.Not this time.And the weakest thing I've ever donewas to stay right by your side.Just like this timeand every time.I couldn't tell you I was happy you were gone,so I lied and said that I missed you when we were apart.I couldn't tell you, so I had to lead you onbut I didn't mean to break your heart. And if I always seemed distracted,like my mind is somewhere else,that's because it's true.Yes, it's true.It's this stupid pride that makes me feellike I have to follow through,even half-assedly,loving you.Why must I always speak in terms of cowardice?When I guess I should have just come out and told youright from the start.Oh oh why must I always tell you what I want is this?I guess 'cos I wouldn't want to break your heart. You said "What d'ya think that I was gonna do?Curl up and die just because of you?I'm not that weak you know.What d'ya think that I was gonna do?Try to make you love me as much as I love you?How could you be so low?You arrogant man.What do you think that I am?My heart will be fine.Just stop wasting my time!" And now I know that you will be okand that I've got what I want,and that's rid of you.Bye.And it's not 'cos I'll be missing youthat makes me fall apart.It's just that I didn't mean to break,no, I didn't mean to break.no, I didn't mean to break your heart.Your heart.

The girl works at the store, sweet Jane St. ClairWas dazzled by her smile while I shopped thereIt wasn't long before I lived with herI sang her songs while she dyed my hair Jane... divided, but I can't decide which side I'm onJane... decided only cowards stay, while traitors runJane... Jane I'd bring her gold and frankincense and myrrhShe thought that I was making fun of herShe made me feel I was fourteen againThat's why she thinks it's cooler if we'd just stay friends Jane... doesn't think a man could ever be faithfulJane... isn't giving me a chance to be shamefulJane... Jane I wrote a letter, she should have got it yesterdayThat life could be better by being togetherIs what I cannot explain to Jane The girl works at the store, sweet Jane St. ClairStill dazzled by her smile while I shoplift thereNo promises as vague as heavenNo Juliana next to my Evan Jane... desired by the people at her school and workJane... is tired 'cause every man becomes a lovesick jerkJane... Jane

I look straight in the window, try not to look belowPretend I'm not up here, I try counting sheepBut the sheep seem to shower off this office towerIt's 9.8 straight down, I can't stop my knees I wish I could flyFrom this building, from this wallAnd if I should tryWould you catch me, if I fall? My hands clench the squeegee, my secular rosaryHang on to your wallet, hang on to your ringsCan't look below me, or something will throw meI curse at the windstorms that October brings I look straight in the boardroom, a modern Pharaoh's tombI'd gladly swap places, if they care to diveThey're lined up at the window, peer down into limboThey're frightened of jumping, in case they survive I wish I could step from this scaffoldOnto soft green pastures, shopping malls, or bedWith my family, and my pastor, and my grandfather who's dead Look straight in the mirror, watch it come clearerI look like a painter, behind all the greaseBut painting's creating, and I'm just erasingA crystal-clear canvas is my masterpiece I wish I could flyFrom this building, from this wallAnd if I should tryWould you catch me, if I fall?When I fall?

Another night at the palace, 'cause there is nothing else to do. The same people, the same drinks and The same music, the same quicksand. I think this harbor town is waist deep and sinking fast. Chorus Hello city, you've found an enemy in me. Hello city, hello city. Second night at the warehouse, and my mock turtleneck just reeks. From the liquor room to the changeroom To the doom and gloom of the hotel room, I wish this seaside beerhall would sink into the bay. (chorus) Maybe i caught you at a bad time, Maybe i should call you back next week, Maybe half the fault was mine that the sun didn't shine On barrington street. It's three o'clock in the morning, and i'm hungry so let's eat. Climb down three flights to the streetlights And the barfights, we're just taking in the sights. I hope tomorrow that i wake up in my own bed. (chorus) "what a good place to be, don't believe them, 'Cause they speak a different language And it's never been happy for me. It's Happy Hour again." Hello city, hello city.

Broke into the old apartmentThis is where we used to liveBroken glass, broke and hungry, broken hearts and broken bonesThis is where we used to live Why did you paint the walls?Why did you clean the floor?Why did you plaster over the hole I punched in the door?This is where we used to live Why did you keep the mousetrap?Why did you keep the dish-rack?These things used to be mineI guess they still are, I want them back Broke into the old apartmentForty two steps from the streetCrooked landing, crooked landlord, narrow laneway filled with crooksThis is where we used to live Why did they pave the lawn?Why did they change the lock?Why did I have to break in? I only came here to talkThis is where we used to live How is the neighbour downstairs?How is her temper this year?I turned up your T.V. and stomped on the floor just for fun I know we don't live here any moreWe bought an old house on the DanforthShe loves me, her body keeps me warm and I'm happy hereThis is where we used to live Broke into the old apartmentTore the phone out of the wallOnly memories, fading memories, blending into dull tableaux I want them backI want them backThis is where we used to liveI want them backThis is where we used to liveI want them backThis is where we used to liveI want them back

When I was born, they looked at me and said,"What a good boy, what a smart boy, what a strong boy."And when you were born, they looked at you and said,"What a good girl, what a smart girl, what a pretty girl." We've got these chains hanging around our necksPeople wanna strangle us with them before we take our first breathAfraid of change, afraid of staying the sameWhen temptation calls, we just look away This name is the hairshirt I wearAnd this hairshirt is woven from your brown hairThis song is the cross that I bearBear with me, bear with me, bear with meBe with me tonightI know that it isn't right...But be with me tonight I go to school, I write examsIf I pass, if I fail, if I drop out does anyone give a damn?And if they do, they'll soon forget'Cause it won't take much from me to show my life ain't over yet I wake up scared, I wake up strangeI wake up wondering if anything in my life is ever gonna changeI wake up scared, I wake up strangeAnd everything around me stays the same It's the hairshirt I wearAnd this hairshirt is woven from, it's woven from, your brown hairThis song is the cross that I bearBear with me, bear with me, bear with meBe with me tonightI know that it isn't right...But be with me tonight I couldn't tell you that I was wrongChickened out, grabbed a pen and a paper, sat down and I wrote this songI couldn't tell you that you were rightSo instead I looked in the mirror, I watched TV, laid awake all night We've got these chains hanging around our necksPeople wanna strangle us with them before we take our first breathAfraid of change, afraid of staying the sameWhen temptation calls... This name is the hairshirt I wearAnd this hairshirt is woven from, it's woven from, it's woven from hairThis song is the cross that I bearBear with me, bear with me, bear with meBe with me tonight And when I was born, they looked at me and said,"What a good boy, what a smart boy, what a strong boy."When you were born, they looked at you and said,"What a good girl, what a smart girl, what a pretty girl."

When she was three her Barbies always did it on the first dateNow she's with me, there's never any need for them to demonstrateShe's like a baby, I'm like a cat;When we are happy, we both get fat and stillIt's never enough, it's never enough, it's never enough (chorus)But I don't tend to worry 'bout the things that other people sayAnd I'm learning that I wouldn't want it any other wayCall me crazy but it really doesn't matterAll that matters to me is sheHer life in a nutshellNo way would she want it to change meIt's not that easy 'cause my time is often decided for meFor me She memorized every pencil crayon color in the boxHer blue-green eyes complement the burnt sienna in her locksShe's at the movies, I'm on the phone;When we're separated we're never alone, but stillIt's never enough, it's never enough, no it's never enough (chorus) I fell down with no one there to catch me from fallingThen she came 'roundAnd only her tenderness stopped me from bawling my eyes outI'm OK, and that's why Her life in a nutshellNo way would she ever want it to change meIt's not that easy 'cause my time is often decided for meAnd I don't tend to worry bout the things that other people sayAnd I'm learning that I wouldn't want it any other wayCall me crazy, but it really doesn't matterAll that matters to me is she

A friend brought me flowers, she said they were lilacsI've never been good with plantsHer next presentation, a new dictionaryShe circled the word "romance" So enthusiastic, a little bit drasticI shaved her name in my headAs she beheld it, she said I misspelled itNeed more be said? These apples are delicious"As a matter of fact they are," she saidCan all this fruit be free? She wrote me a letter, as big as a phone bookI've never been big on mailI sent her a postcard from somewhere near LethbridgeAnd wondered if it still went by rail I've never been frightened of being enlightenedBut some things can go too farThough sometimes I stammer or mix up my grammarYou get what my meanings are These apples are delicious"As a matter of fact they are," she saidCan all this fruit be free? I'm not trying to sing a love songI'm trying to sing in tuneI know I am sometimes headstrongFalling in love, catching fireI want to be consumedWondering will I ever tire, will I ever tire? These apples are delicious"As a matter of fact they are," she saidCan all this fruit be free?