Now

I'm working, I'm up too late

Two hot dogs on my plate

And question batteries dying too soon

And I

Was naked to my soul

When you called to tell me why

I countered quick with a bumbling reply

Yeah, like I was just thinking about that

Don't know one else you got can put in

You just know it's just...uh...limited

I don' think I qualify

At least...now...

50/50 at best

And then

You asked me where've I been

I told you that I would be late

Lately out of my house, of my mind

New folk system just isn't

It just isn't, it just isn't

Uh

I offer you my soul

I offer you my eye

But most of all a bumbling reply