Texty:
Shawn Colvin A Few Small Repairs

will be in my head at the end of a cloud If you see me again It will be in your head telling you to get out You act like a baby You talk like a fool

Good love, bad love Good love yeah My time, your time My time yeah 84,000 different delusions Take a ride in the car 84,000 different delusions Good

Well, I don't tell jokes And I don't take notes And you been sayin' there ain't much hope You got nothin' on me I got friends uptown And they don't talk

your new thing now And it looks so good in print Just a poet and her pimps But not quite This is your new thing now A prom dress and a sneer The woman

's a million to one You might as well name your poison And stand in line by the exit sign Suicide Alley is waiting You're a loose cannonball on a sinking

Good love bad love good love yeah My time your time my time yeah 84,000 different delusions Take a ride in the car 84,000 different delusions Good

I lost the thread, I lost the map It's not a feeling, it's a fact I had it once, I was on track Why won't it stay? I want it back I see you there in

Well I don't tell jokes And I don't take notes You been sayin there ain't much hope You got nothin on me I got friends uptown And they don't talk down

it's a million to one You might as well name your poison And stand in line by the exit sign Suicide Alley is waiting You're a loose cannonball on a sinking