Continental Breakfast

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You won't believe what I coulda told ya

But I don't believe I've the balls to let you know

I can say that 'cause I'm a man

But I feel like a little boy... today

I cherish my intercontinental friendships

We talk it over continental breakfast

In a hotel in east bumble-wherever

Somewhere on the sphere, around here

I cherish my intercontinental friendships

Not much very big on enemies

So I kick a can way up into the sun, man

But it falls down into a ravine

I don’t mean to even think about it that way, but I do

Watchin’ the waves come in at night

From my back porch stoop, porch swing swingin’on its own

See it’s just an inhabitant of some holy ghost

I walk like a bruised ego along shorefront property un-owned to me

But I'm feelin’ inferior on the interior don’t ya see Guarded and sentimental (and after all, its just a rental)

(Like better luck performin' telekinesis on a priestess)

You won’t believe what I mighta, coulda told ya

But I wouldn’t wanna leave ya trippin’ out over it

OK, more-so me, but...

(or just me)

Watchin’ the waves come in at night

From my back porch stoop, porch swing swingin’on its own

See it’s just an inhabitant of some holy ghost

I cherish my intercontinental friendships

We talk it over continental breakfast

In a hotel in east bumble-wherever

Somewhere on the sphere, around here