Food Will Win The War Blue Tomorrow
Looking though some old boxes
I came across my first birthday
The whiskey current is smashing me
Against rocky shores and I can't breathe
Found the present and opened it up
An inverted bull's eye, just my luck
I don't mind the dust it brings
I just need some oxygen to breathe
Toward blue tomorrow in my arms
Just follow me it's not too far
And I've got you in my heart
Toward blue tomorrow in my arms
Filling out some damn survey
I think they stole my tape collection
I saw a girl drive a car inside
The lobby of a hotel on the Lower East Side
Counting people and counting lofts
Now I'm fairly certain I was ripped off
She only wants to be understood
It never turns out easy as it should
