Listening to Bobby Charles

If you see me walking on down the street Shuffling my two feet Lost in a dream Tomorrow it's just another day I'm turning something into nothing There listening to Bobby Charles Beneath the blue suburban sky I feel like a drunken shark Smelling the blood and wondering why Standing there at the kitchen sink tell me what were you thinking of The old corroded stove Pink and grey boomerangs Cold plates and coffee stains Sippin' on a memory There listening to Bobby Charles Beneath the blue suburban sky I feel like a drunken shark Chasing my tail and wondering why Flying solo without a wing Hard through the sideways rain With a foggy feeling Broken but still working overtime I'm dodging bullets Still living the dream There listening to Bobby Charles Beneath the blue suburban sky I feel like a drunken shark Smelling the blood and wondering why