I've been away too long

There's the tree that I used to climb

Call in at One Stop

Put my things in a long line

I love the streets here at night

 

I'm gonna write what I know

Things I ain't known for a long time

I met the real John Cale

He had no words, but I don't mind

I packed the stage while he ate rice

 

I rip myself on

I rip myself off

Imagining from the block

Imagining

Why wouldn't I wanna meet ya?

Why wouldn't I wanna hold?

Why wouldn't I wanna meet ya?

 

I'm gonna write what I know

Kick around on the big brown

So the lies I tell

Send me up, and I can't get down

I'm wearing big grass to town

 

I rip myself on

I rip myself off

Imagining

Imagining from the block

Why wouldn't I wanna meet ya?

Why wouldn't I wanna hold?

Why wouldn't I wanna meet ya?

Why wouldn't I wanna hold? Why?

Why wouldn't I wanna meet you?

Why wouldn't I wanna hold?

Why wouldn't I wanna meet ya?

Why wouldn't I wanna hold you?

Why?

 

I've never been a believer

Oh, I really wanna hold

Oh, I really wanna hold ya

Oh, I really wanna hold ya, why?

 

I'll never do it again unless you wanna do it again