I've been away too long
There's the tree that I used to climb
Call in at "One Stop"
Put my things in a long line
I love the streets here at night
I'm gonna write what I know
Things I ain't known for a long time
I met the real John Cale
He had no words, but I don't mind
I packed the stage while he ate rice
I rip myself on
I rip myself off
Imagining from the block
Imagining
Why wouldn't I wanna meet ya?
Why wouldn't I wanna? Oh
Why wouldn't I wanna meet ya?
I'm gonna write what I know
Kick around on the big brown
So the lies I tell
Send me up and I can't get down?
I'm wearing big grass to town
I rip myself on
I rip myself off
Imagining
Imagining from the block
Why wouldn't I wanna meet ya?
Why wouldn't I wanna? Oh
Oh
Why wouldn't I wanna meet ya?
Why wouldn't I wanna? Oh
No way
Why wouldn't I wanna meet ya?
Why wouldn't I wanna? Oh
Why wouldn't I wanna meet ya?
Why wouldn't I wanna hold you?
Hey
Mm-mm, mm
I've never been a believer
Believer
Why wouldn't I wanna? Oh
Why wouldn't I? Oh
Why wouldn't I wanna hold you?
Oh
I'll never do it again
Unless you wanna do it again
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