Greetings from Asbury Park, N.J.

By the time we made it up to Greasy Lake I had my head out the window and Janey's fingers were in the cake. I think I really dug her 'cause I was too loose to fake. I said, "I'm hurt." She said, "Honey let me heal it". And we danced all night to a soul fairy band and she kissed me just right like only a lonely angel can. She felt so nice, just as soft as a spirit in the night, all night. Janey don't know what she do to you. Like a spirit in the night, all night. Stand right up and let her shoot through me.

Now the night was bright and the stars threw light on Billy and Davy dancin' in the moonlight. They were down near the water in a stone mud fight, Killer Joe gone passed out on the lawn. Well now Hazy Davy got really hurt, he ran into the lake in just his socks and a shirt. Me and Crazy Janey was makin' love in the dirt singin' our birthday songs. Janey said it was time to go, so we closed our eyes and said goodbye to gypsy angel row, felt so right, together we moved like spirits in the night, all night. Baby don't know what they can do to you. Spirits in the night, all night.

Maybe I'm Just Tired...

If love comes your way don't be afraid, unlock the box you heart's encased. Hope it wont change and beware of the games that she'll want to start playing. Oh, lately babe I stay awake thinking this life gets lonely. Well maybe I'm just scared, scared to let you go. I want you to know right from hello your love just kept me wondering. Well maybe I'm just tired, tired of never knowing. I know I'm not good enough for you. If I can be saved show me the way. Help me help myself, baby. Don't be confused, our love is true, just tell by the way I'm looking at you.

Leaves

Try and they’ll take your best friend, try and they’ll take your head for caring about... The leaves will fall... Turning over and over, the leaves are turning over. Getting colder and colder, the leaves are turning over. Will we care again? ...Everyone passes on and believes in what they want to. If we heal, we can feel something that we didn’t want to. There’s a sign for the time, you can read it if you want to, or everyone will become numb.

Lover You Should've Come Over

Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners. Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water. Maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong, but tonight you're on my mind so you never know. Broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it. Where are you tonight? Child, you know how much I need it. Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run.

Sometimes a man gets carried away, when he feels like he should be having his fun much too blind to see the damage he's done. Sometimes a man must awake to find that, really, he has no-one...

So I'll wait for you... and I'll burn. Will I ever see your sweet return? Oh, will I ever learn? Oh, Lover, you should've come over. Cause it's not too late.

Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in. Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him. My body turns and yearns for a sleep that won't ever come. It's never over, my kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder. It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her. It's never over, all my blood for the sweetness of her laughter. It's never over, she's a tear that hangs inside my soul forever.

But maybe I'm just too young to keep good love from going wrong. Oh lover you should've come over...

Yes, and I feel too young to hold on. I'm much too old to break free and run. Too deaf, dumb, and blind to see the damage I've done. Sweet lover, you should've come over... 'cause it's not too late.

Ain't No Rest For The Wicked

Oh I can't slow down, I can't hold back though you know I wish I could. You know there ain't no rest for the wicked, till we close our eyes for good...

Crash

Well, I believe in the soul, the cock, the pussy, the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.

BADOOM

When I ran out of the final bottle of Zoloft, I didn't take any more. I didn't call Dr. Barney either. I just threw the bottle away and said, "Okay, if i ever feel bad again, I'll remember how good it felt that night on the Brooklyn Bridge. Pills were for wimps, and this was over; I was done; I was back to me.

But Things come full circle, baby, and two months later I was back in my bathroom, bowing to the toilet in the dark.