ode to the mets

Strokes

Up on his horse, up on his horse
Not gonna wake up here anymore
Listen one time, it s not the truth
It s just the story I tell to you
Easy to say, easy to do
But it s not easy, well maybe for you
Hope that you find it, hope that it s good
Hope that you read it, think that you should
Cuts you some slack as he sits back
Sizes you up, plans his attack

Da-da-da
Drums please, Fab

And I got it all, I got it all
Waitin for me down on the street
But now you gotta do somethin special for me
I m gonna say what s on my mind
Then I ll walk out, then I ll feel fine

Yeah, I m under his thumb, I m on his back
I will not show my teeth too quick
I needed you there, I needed you there
But I didn t know, I didn t know

Go alone
I ll go alone
We ll go alone
I ll go alone

Back from his trip, he s at the door
When he gets back, he s on the phone
Innocent eye, innocent heart
No, it s not wrong, but it s not right
Innocent time, out on his own
Not gonna do that, fuck, I m out of control
I was just bored, playin the guitar
Learned all your tricks, wasn t too hard

It s the last one now, I can promise you that
I m gonna find out the truth when I get back

Gone now are the old times
Forgotten, time to hold on the railing
The Rubik s Cube isn t solving for us
Old friends, long forgotten
The old ways at the bottom of
The ocean now has swallowed
The only thing that s left is us
So pardon the silence that you re hearing
It s turnin into a deafening, painful
shameful roar