Sour Suite

[Verse 1] Don't want to listen to my telephone ring Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing Not this morning I don't want to think about the night before Or maybe it's a bore behind an open door I've got no time for that this morning If I had the mind or I had the time Maybe I could throw together a new kind of rhyme And tell about my warning [Chorus] But it's too late now It's too late now It's too late now [Verse 2] I don't want to think about a runaway dad That took away the only thing that I've never had Don't even miss him this morning I don't want to think about a cold goodbye Or a high school buddy got a little too high I can't help him out this morning Reviewers laugh at me so I go out to sea And perhaps it's just as well because I'd rather be in hell Than be a wealthy man this morning [Chorus] [Verse 3] Whatever happened to images, because now they're gone And worn-out phrases just keep a-hanging on Whatever happened to homes as opposed to houses The conversation sinks as the evening drowses It's just like 46201 It's just like 46201 Whatever happened to early morning open skies And broken faces, half with melting eyes Enough of riddles that just play with time Because I'm still here and I can't beg a dime I'm back here in 46201 I'm back here in 46201 Something better's waiting for me around the corner now I got to find it and try and hang on for a little while I'm back here in 46201 There's gotta be a few small changes made Don't want to listen to my telephone ring Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing Leave me alone this morning