I’m an Outlaw

Girl, you got wise blood to come when summoned
I'm an outlaw on the brink of self-implosion
Alone in a crowd on the corner
Goin' nowhere slow

I'm an outlaw on the brink of self-implosion
Alone in a crowd on the corner
In my walkman, in a snowglobe
Goin' nowhere slow

I'm an outlaw by the ocean
Watch it come crashing against my skin
He'd go from Gene Clark to Clarence White
And then he's alright

I'm an outlaw on the brink of imploding
Alone in a crowd on the corner
Burned from vinyl
Dimed from cans to the dome

I'm an outlaw under Orion's Belt
What a dumb thing to sing, but it had a ring to it
Girl, you got wise blood to come when summoned
As my right eardrum drones on through the night now

Under exile, 'neath constellations
Just to idle there in slow motion
So is the life of the outlaw
As a villain, as a snake-charming, vile human being
I'm an outlaw
Bitch!