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? Oh 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? Oh Oh Why wouldn't I wanna meet ya? Why wouldn't I wanna? Oh No way Why wouldn't I wanna meet ya? Why wouldn't I wanna? Oh Why wouldn't I wanna meet ya? Why wouldn't I wanna hold you? Hey Mm-mm, mm I've never been a believer Believer Why wouldn't I wanna? Oh Why wouldn't I? Oh Why wouldn't I wanna hold you? Oh I'll never do it again Unless you wanna do it again