Bipolar Summer

Well there's a hole in my sofa from smoking and sleeping
It's the symbol of a memory quietly creeping
Through these empty cars of this train of thought
Well they're drinking in the aisles to the good friends they've lost
And the conductor with the voice so true
Says "I once had a friend who looked a lot like you"
Well I did too

Tonight I saw that friend in the bathrom mirror
We will do what we can just to keep him near
Let the bones of the wolf be gnawed by lambs
I'm think I'm beginning, man, to understand

That we're all some mothers babies once
We're all some mothers babies
And the pigeons climb down over us
In the sun in the sun so shady

And if I fly first class on a 747
Oh I got magazines and gin
I read a clubbers guide, baby to Berlin
Oh I can see the glaciers and the dorsal fins

Out here on the tundra there ain't no thunder
The ink-spot sky pulling me under
Under we go

We're all some mothers babies once
We're all some mothers babies
And the pigeons climb down over us
In the sun in the park so shady