Tried some bad meditation Sittin' up in the dark They say to picture an island Cuz that's one place to start I guess I could count my blessings I don't sleep in the park With all my earthly possessions In one old shopping cart No, I'm up in the penthouse On a big feather bed Is it too late to fixate On that instead My wife takes a vacation One she can't afford I go fishin' the alleys For someone to escort No, I don't mind the money It beats betting on sports And though it might get expensive It's cheaper than divorce And I love her torn stockings And her lipstick of red Is it too late to fixate On her instead You know you're my favorite She says when we're through Some parts are off limits But I'd give them to you Where the hell was Dock Ellis When I gave up that hit Where was Timothy Leary When reality bit Who's the new Dalai Lama That shy little kid With no room in his body Where a stranger could live I can't blame him for dreamin' He'll sleep when he's dead Is it too late to fixate On that instead Is it too late to fixate On that instead