Drip

Well I loaded up the van And I washed my hands But I got nowhere to go Looking in the mirror It's getting clearer That business is kind of slow Funny how the weather Keeps it together Rain or Shine I always write home When I'm alone Just to pass the time Stupid tricks And pixie sticks I can't take it anymore Soda stains And paper planes Are messing up my floor So I climb out of bed And I shaved my head Thinking about Mexico A pretty señorita And a bottle of tequila And late night talk show host Drip goes the faucet in my room Like the sky on a rainy afternoon Like the tears in my eyes When I think of you Well I loaded up the van And I washed my hands Cause I got somewhere to go Looking in the mirror It's getting clearer That business is kind of slow My blue jeans are faded And my sunglasses shaded But there's one thing that I know I've made up my mind Going to do it this time Crank it up I'm ready to go