Golden Birds Another Great American Zombie
Well it's been a volatile week or two
Kissing other girls and thinking of you
Sinking in too many beds like a stone
Drinking with strangers up all night
Legs dangling off couches found out by the light
And it's dark by the time I get home
Well it's been a volatile week or two
Kissing other girls and tasting you
Wasting my youth on old friends and grapevines
Pacing platforms switching trains
Midnight to Richmond take me away
From a mission that's no longer mine
Well it's been a volatile week or two
Kissing other girls and dreaming of you
Scheming a fool's fantasy in the sky
Beaming with pride kneeling at your gate
Singing take me inside it can't be too late
You could bring me back to light
So tired of fumbling with fishes that I can't see
Be with me
Girl I know you and I know you know me
So why are you closing the door
When the night is young and on the prowl
Well it's left me stung singing to the owl
It's gone and turned me into another great American zombie
So hungry
So hungry for you
