"Well this here is the story about one common fellow and his adventures. And a little face nestled in the back of his mind A little place he rolled on by like a tumbleweed" When the city awakes and the garbage trucks trump their horns On the corner of the street there's two hobos and me And we're not that different We got one pair of jeans One, Two, Three A penny But look at me plus I'm (or pour some) in a rock and roll magazine Oh yeah-ah-ah I just flew over the coo coo nest A hundred thousand miles east or west That's why I gave up (no idea) to have the space for two And when I lost the life inside of my head I swear we're gonna get that publishing check But on a day like today with no gas in the tank My belly's kinda empty just like my faith Oh yeah-ah-ah And it can be so frustratin' when you can't be accomplished and the things imagined in your head And all the girls don't go to the beach no more They just daydream it all behind a desk Yeah they don't go down to the beach no more They just daydream behind a desk Yes, yes, yes.