(David Munyon)

I love playing this song. It is a multi-level love song, on many levels. Hey, I'm trying to be on the level.

You wake up from a dream and you're good and clean
And your mind is like an old blender
You focus on the day and the wall next to you
And your woman underneath all the covers
You look at your watch, it's 7 o'clock
And you walk like you're on automatic
The beauty of her soul and the way she looks at you
Is the only reason to be in the moment of the morning

You're living in a room that you bought on i-tunes
And you're heart wants to be in Arizona
The rain and the snow is bound to make you cold
And you're bones don't wanna be here either
The first cup of coffee and a mild tranquilizer
Kicks a smile to the face of a worn out fighter

How far have we come, baby
How many flowers can grow in the sun
How many soldiers still march on and on
The place is ok, it's comfortable and blue
Paul McCartney never called, but he loves you
Said you saw Bababji on the Autobahn

Your baseball career was a people pleasing thing
And tried building cars and equipment
You worked for a while at a video store
But the bad movies made you walk in September
Suppressed all the grief from loosing all your stuff
And regretted all the weirdos and familiars
You mailed a million Euros, after falling in Love
Now, Davy you're back on the street, in London

How far have we come, baby
How many flowers can grow in the sun
How many soldiers still march on and on
The place is ok, it's comfortable and blue
Paul McCartney never called, but he loves you
Said you saw Bababji on the Autobahn