July 4

In the backroom
 With a house key
 Call it romance
 Call it routine
 Mind your business
 Mind your manners
 Man I'm tired
 And I want her
 Her to want me
 It's a problem
 It's a mystery
 Now it's history
 Her apartment is an ice cube
 And her body is a world view
 Call it shallow
 Call it corny
 Told you so is ringing like a dial tone
 And Uncle Sam is getting old
 Getting ready to explode
 I feel it in my bones
 On the way home
 Conversations
 Stimulated
 Concentration
 It's a long walk
 But it feels good
 To be moving at my own pace
 To be talking in my own space
 I'm not crazy
 I'm just like this
 Told you so is ringing like a dial tone
 And Uncle Sam is getting old
 Getting ready to explode
 I feel it in my bones
 Uncle Sam didn't wanna come clean
 Now he's making a scene alright
 Lost his head and a couple of friends
 Guess it's one of those kinds of nights
 I feel it in my
 I feel it in my
 Told you so
 Oh
 Is getting old
 Told you so is ringing like a dial tone
 And Uncle Sam is getting old
 Getting ready to explode
 I feel it in my
 I feel it in my
 I feel it in my
 I feel it in my bones