Sitting on your own in a little café With the smell of cheap bacon fucking up your day Your stomach is wired to an image of pain And your eyes travel back to the pissin' rain The damndest thing that I've ever seen Is a beautiful woman with a cheap tambourine She danced alone in the eternal curve She was stopping hearts with every ripple and curve With his ticket in the hand for the underground I could see Kevin Kline with a head full of sound Deep ravines and emerald streams...