No sign of luck, no yes, had a fucked up time Mostly feeling something nervous And something less than right Just sort of wade into the sky Just sort of feed into the ground Just sort of lying in the sound Just sort of failing to get by And it's all that you got Low and certain tones are buzzing in your head Got thirty different reasons only three were said Foolish and jealous to start We'll probably take it too far No time to service your car As dumb, as dumb as we are I see this surely ending up well shy of the mark, For thirty days in Tucson It's coming right and that's wrong It would be safer to run As dumb as dumb as they come I see this surely ending up well shy of the mark No friends of mine, no thrills, had a fucked up time Only feeling something nervous And something less then right I surely suffered two times I never thought in disguise I know the trip that you are As dumb as dumb as a star I see this surely ending up well shy of the mark This early ending blows the stars to the sky, so would I...