walking to the bus stop
i tripped on a thing
i dusted all the rust off
and bit through the string
i dont exactly know how
i got to be king
but everywhere i go now
they say hey whats that thing
i wish i knew because i
long for some direction
and i want some clear connections
mystery is charming
as long as youre pretty
but it can be alarming
for this little kitty
power over peoples
a carnival ride
with comforting and lethally
narcotic lullabies
the dreams are pretty but i long
for some direction
and i want a real connection
raisins in my coffee
toothpaste in my hand
everythings exotic
if you know where to stand
but weve been bored
for two hundred years or more
shipwrecked on this
cold atlantic shore
and i long for some direction
and i want some clear connection with you
and i want for some direction
and i want to find some connection
with you
and i want for some direction
and i long to find some connection
and im thrown in six directions
and i want to find this connection with you
and im going to find this connection
o yes i will
