Lyrics

Moving Faster than rockets
down a drifter parade,
but I've got stones in my pockets
to keep from drifting away,
and how they hold me down, and

I've got loudmouth Ideas, and
I've got holes in my shoes.

Like a mouthful of novocaine,
I've got these mumble-tooth blues,
and they wear me down, and

I've caught a head cold on the hottest day of July
and I've caught a lucky splinter right between the eyes.


A city subway soul
singing one about a dog and a day
as the ground starts to rumble loudly
and my nervous hands start to shake
aboard a northbound blue line train,
and STILL these Loudmouth Ideas.

As the stars start to fade
I've got these loudmouth ideas.

As the dawn turns to day, the planets shift around, and

I've caught a head cold on the hottest day of July
and I've caught a lucky splinter right between the eyes --
now when I walk out front doors
and the sun gets in my eyes,
so bright,
I squint to smile

a toothy grin of a mouthy child

sitting so still while his will's running wild.

If you've seen it once, you've seen it twice
you've seen it a thousand times.