Turning the pages in this old book,
it might be worth a second look.
Rappin' up dope in a paper bag
Talkin' to yourself, takin' a drag
Gotta get past the negative thing
No one's sorry, you did it yourself
You didn't bet on the Dodgers
and now you gotta pay up.
You didn't count on that.
Gee, half the money's gone.
The month is still young.
Where are you gonna go now?
Can't go to your brother.
Can't go to your friends.
everything you're looking for
everything you're looking
everything you're looking for
Yeah, like a bandit for so many years,
what are you working for?
what are you trying to prove?
Trying to get closer, but not too close.
Try to get through, but not be through
No one can touch you now,
You're invisible, got too many secrets
Bob Dylan said that, so I'm that
Everything you're looking
Everything you're looking for
everything you're looking for