Sharp & Smooth

baby my pencil’s sharp and smooth
and ready for your groove
if yer in the mood

oh be-have
rub your pencil [up] on my page

wha what da fuk
it got to do wit luck

it’s crazy out that door
[and] crazy has its place
late nights have built-in grace

pay the taxman
toss yer tithe and mine
to the toll-gate guy
oh my oh my

stayed up so late
playin’ with the middle eight
countin’ by three’s toward infinity
[and] when you get there
you’ll see that you were
countin’ towards you and me

where’s the dirt road go
checked the map
asked the locals
and nobody knows
or they’re not tellin’ me so
[or they’re not gonna tell]

coffee on the brain
chart a course
and stay in [my/the] lane
[on that southbound train]
to octane

soon enough son
we’ll be havin’ fun

echos and shadows follow me down
traded the coastline for the ridgeline
southbound and down
bored enough good-lookin’

behind the gas station
breakfast is cookin’
are ya done yet son
still havin’ fun
in the mid-winter sun

where do we go from here
when here is everywhere

I waited long by that gate
when finally she arrived

and Love’s got a lot to say
sunday and wednesday mostly

those are the days
I most miss your face

yes...

those are the days
I most miss your face…