This ain't home
but I'm here more than there.
Sitar sings in  the distance,
I just sit and stare
I sit and stare
I stare and sit
Failing to avoid being a misfit
My shoulders rise and my head sinks
Into too many clumsily mixed drinks
There just ain't any sunshine anymore
'Cept the lemon wheel next to the straw
Cheap margaritas and motels
In movies of private Hells
Foolish enthusiasm swells
The bells the bells the ******* BELLS.