blue sky and hard rock

jim o’rourke - good times

I may be dressed as a doctor dear, 

But I’m not, I’m just acting up 

Got high hopes, a passing thought 

I may act like a bombardier 

But don’t be fooled, cause my aim is off 

No need for alarm, I’ll catch you next time 

I’d like to raise the Titanic here 

Take a walk, through it’s molding streets 

And feel right at home, ‘cause the dead don’t talk 

It’d be so nice, if you weren’t here 

Empty air, where you used to stand 

Like an empty plate, that gets bussed away