Prolonging The Magic (edited)

I had a match, but she had a lighter
I had a flame, but she had a fire
I was bright, but she was much brighter
I was high, but she was the sky
Oh baby, i was bound for mexico
Oh baby, i was bound to let you go


I don't know much about cinco de mayo
I'm never sure what it's all about
I say i want you, and you don't believe me
You say you want me, but i've got my doubts


Oh baby, i was bound for mexico
Oh baby, i was bound to let you go


I had a match, but she had a lighter
I had a flame, but she had a fire
I was bright, but she was much brighter
I was high, but she was the sky
Oh baby, i was bound for mexico
Oh baby, i was bound to let you go

I'm sitting by the window of your thirty-second floor apartment
Waiting for your phone calls all to end
I'm sitting watching wind blow
Watching time go
Watching cars go by
I'm waiting for these memories to begin


If i threw my guitar
Out the window, so far down
Would i start to regret it
Or would i smile and watch it slowly fall?

Garbage trucks and taxi cabs
Don't seem like they can reach me here
The clamor of jack-hammers seems so faint
The way you treat me like the only
Slightly brings me down a lot
I don't think i'll ever be the same


If i threw my guitar
Out the window, so far down
Would i start to regret it
Or would i smile and watch it slowly fall?

I'm not feeling alright today
I'm not feeling that great
I'm not catching on fire today
Love has started to fade
I'm not going to smile today
I'm not gonna laugh
You're out living it up today
I've got dues to pay


And the grave-digger puts on the forceps
The stone mason does all the work
The barber can give you a haircut
The carpenter can take you out to lunch


I just want to play on my pan-pipes
I just want to drink me some wine
As soon as your born you start dying
So you might as well have a good time


Sheep go to heaven
Goats go to hell

I don't wanna go to sunset strip
I don't wanna feel the emptiness
Bold marquees with stupid band names
I don't wanna go to sunset strip

And the grave-digger puts on the forceps
The stone mason does all the work
The barber can give you a haircut
The carpenter can take you out to lunch

I just want to play on my pan-pipes
I just want to drink me some wine
As soon as your born you start dying
So you might as well have a good time

Sheep go to heaven
Goats go to hell

Cool blue reason empties on the page
Your colleagues are in prison and your enemies enraged
Cool blue reason comes into your world
There's two more dead in texas and it's probably your girls
Cool blue reason wraps around your throat
The minutes change like seasons
Only 8 more hours to go


Cool blue reason comes into your life
There's one more dead in kansas and it's probably your wife
Cool blue reason i'm just talking to myself
Cool blue reason i'm just rearranging hell
I'm just talking to myself


Cool blue reason wraps around your throat
The minutes change likes seasons
Only 8 more hours to go

When she walks
She swings her arms, instead of her hips
When she talks she moves her mouth, instead of her lips
I've waited for her for so long
I've waited for her for so long
I've wondered if i could hang on
I've wondered if i could hang on


"let me go," she said
"let me go," she said
Let me go and i will want you more
Let me go, let me go
Let me go and i will want you


When she wants
She wants the sun instead of the moon
When she sees
She sees the stars inside of her room
I've waited for her for so long
I've waited for her for so long
I've wondered if i could hang on
I've wondered if i could hang on


"let me go," she said
"let me go," she said
Let me go and i will want you more
"let me go," she said
Let me go
Let me go, and i will want you


"let me go," she said
"let me go," she said
"let me go," she said
Let me go, let me go

You turn the screws
You tear down the bridge
Flimsy as it is, it's business like
You shake my hand
You break up the band
Flimsy as it is, it's open-mic punk rock
Red white and blue


You twist the knife then go home to kiss your wife
A bigger better slice is what you'd like
You kick the sand, you get the upper hand
You sell it to japan
It's natural punk rock
Red white and blue


You turn the screws
It's what you choose to do
You think that i
Must turn them too
You think that i must be so satisfied
I stay inside
I wonder why


And the cement-mixer gets it all ready
One good turn at a time
They're pouring it slowly and steady
You're showing me where i can sign
What i can expect to find
But how can you say you'll be happy
When you turn the screws


You turn the screws
It's what you choose to do
You turn the screws
It's what you choose to do
You think i must turn them, too
You turn the screws
You tear down the bridge
Flimsy as it is, it's business like
Flimsy as it is, it's open-mic punk rock
Red white and blue
You turn the screws