Standing in traffic, my head against the wall
Jack-knifed for the look, never had the call
Age upon my nerves, thinning from the smoke
The life they lead is falling apart at the seams
and it keeps on looking like a pretty bad joke

Don't Know What He Wants (but he is cool)

Sweat stains on the wall from days when I was young
While heroes never got their only song sung
As a child I was a man, and never left cool
Drugging for the crowd while they freaked at their
own innocense, walking away from those who called me fool

Getting too old from feeling so free
Responsibilities get the best of me
Looks like rain tomorrow, my Camels'll get wet
Can't leave my only wall cause I've got nothing better yet.