I don’t wanna put another thought
In my head.
The humming bird is cleared for
Maintenance,
Evacuating long after it made no sense.
It’s not so much a load and stay anymore
As a gotta-get-down-the-road-before-the-
Temperature-soars.
I don’t wanna put a little thought
In your head.
Diplomacy goes even better with drinks
(until the big city trees begin to shrink.)
It’s not so much a load out and stay anymore
It’s gotta get down the road before the
Snarling traffic roars
I don’t wanna ask you,
‘What you got in your head?’
I’m not gonna ask you
A whole bunch of questions.
OK, we agree to disagree…
Giving up… Giving up the Embassy
Is a whole lot better than,
The Embassy’s Surrendering.
Flying home under the approval of the stars,
I couldn’t be more at home with the way
Things are so hard.
It’s not so much a load out and stay anymore
It’s gotta get down the road before the
Confetti cannon blows
With litigious force.
I don’t wanna ask you,
‘What you got in your head?’
I’m not gonna ask you
‘Whatcha been thinking?’
I don’t wanna put another thought
In my head.