Lyrics

Give me a million and I will lose it all
Give me a soapbox, yeah, I?ll lather it up and take the fall
I don?t need no broken down cliché to state my case
But give me a burned-out bar, a slide guitar, and a pocket full of space

And it?s true what they say
It?s getting more crazy every day
And this old track don?t take me back to dusty yesterday
And it?s one for broken glass
You?ll get your head out of your ass
This ain?t no time for a sweet goodbye
I?ll be better, better on the fly

Show me a bible, and I?ll show you a lie
Show me a true love, lover, and I?ll show you the other guy
Show me a preacher man, and I?ll show you a bum
You?d give me paradise, but I?m here in the slum

And it?s true what they say
It?s getting more crazy every day
And this old track don?t take me back to dusty yesterday
And it?s one for broken glass
You?ll get your head out of your ass
This ain?t no time for a sweet goodbye
I?ll be better, better off on the fly

Show me a mailman, and I?ll show you an empty box
Take me to Stonehenge, and I?ll show you just another pile of rocks
Show me a policeman, and I?ll show you a black man?s blood
They shot him for what he did not have
Right here in Hollywood

And it?s true what they say
It?s getting more crazy every day
And this old track don?t take me back to dusty yesterday
And it?s one for broken glass
You?ll get your head out of your ass
This ain?t no time for a sweet goodbye
I?ll be better, better on the fly

Andy Kravitz ? drums
Scott Bricklin ? bass
Jay Davidson - saxophones
Fred Berman ? percussion, saucepan
Walter Runge ? conn minuet
Jesse ? vocals, piano. acoustic guitar, hammond, saucepan
Lee Schusterman ? additional piano

Produced by Andy Kravitz