Texty: Bob Schneider. Lovely Creatures. Trash.

well here i am
walking down the street again
like the scene of a movie
just me and the garbage cans

clicking my shoes on the ground
like an aristocrat
and the power of conviction
yeah, i always fall for that

and i know why i say goodbye
it's always true; brown not blue
i got no car, got no cash
how could it last?

cheer up moon
the stars will keep you compny
i'm allright now
i just let it get a piece of me
all gives a damn
well i probably say "i don't" it's true
if the truth were to be known now

i guess i'd probably say "i do"

(chorus)
i know why i always do
i always fall for "i love you"
it's the crack of the whip;
the sting of the lash
the absence of "there"
comes on in a flash
it's all make make believe
it's all smoke and ash
it's all they believe
it's not made to last
it's trash

well here i am

(chorus)