fuel

oh my litle thiefyou've been slipping through the wrong seeve
on my little yaht all we thought about was shore leave
single exhaust truck doomed to vanish in it¹s own mist
oh I liked the plan but you had to pick the wrong men
you needed four or five
and one to park & drive
a parking lot bender
one in one out of mind
and one to kill your time
I shot all your darlings
my imperfect crime

one to confront me with burdons beyond me
one to keep me high and dry
(with) rain falling out of a clear blue sky
one to control me one not to call me
one to be what I am not chainsaw cutting a forget me not
- (change very scene but never the plot)
for my memory non stop shifted all entries
(with a) time based tendancy
to pick out snobs and call them hippies
I said we needed fuel
and one way roads are cruel
but somehow we¹ld get there
I¹ll trade my wine for fuel
and dance around the stool
mechanical bullshit
not a one life hit
meanwhile i was - out there filling tanks
you were pushing up my daisies
strand on fuel flood banks
with a blindfold in the hazy