back when everything was gonna be alright startled in the startling sunshine tongue-tied sunshine isn't strychnine moping in the motel a shaky blue can it's your hand shaking not the can back when everything was gonna be ok coping with the motel we were wide awake window shade pulled from its frame sun spilled careless on your careful face a shaky blue can it's your hand shaking not the can it's not protection but thank you with diminishing attitude and a sad ineptitude you loved the unlovable