Joel Plaskett Wishful Thinking
I’m holding court with the king of the camp
I’m a working horse, a postage stamp
Tune up my guitar, turn on my amp
I felt so sad when I got off the plane
I don’t wanna go to New York City again
Kissing you goodbye in the pissing rain
But if wishful thinking’s all I got
I keep on thinking wishful thoughts
Thinking wishful thoughts
I wish you were here, but you’re not
I feel like a sailor lost on the seas
Catching a cold, maybe catching a breeze
Standing on the prairie looking for trees
Rock and roll’s wrapped ‘round me as tight as a noose
And from the front of the train you can’t see the
caboose
In northern New Brunswick watch out for the moose
It’s a long, long way to Winnipeg
And I ain’t too proud to shake a leg
Sing for my supper, break me an egg
Cds for sale at the back of the hall
Buy one, buy ‘em all
Couple bucks cheaper than they are at the mall
Thank you, good night, we’ll be back in the fall!
Seasons come and season go
Nobody wants to end the rock n’ roll show
Look at you, love, you got that Golden Glow
North of the sun and south of the snow
No particular destination, no particular plant to grow
Buckle up baby, let’s rock down the road
Highway white lines are freakin’ me out
Wondering what your doin’, are you out and about?
Gettin’ lost, gettin’ lost, gettin’ lost
Gettin’ lost on the paper on my paper route
Guitar’s singing a song for free:
“Why’s everybody always picking on me?”
Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee
