Slipping My Mind — текст песни (Michael Penn)

Rats in my jacket
I`m so impressed
I am now seen unclean
Wash me up mama
and give me a suit of gabardine
I had a suit,
by the look on my face,
maybe it`s plain to see
that that never stopped what was troubling me
like once, it was Monday out.
And dry?
Man, it was a drought
but all that is slipping my mind

Cracked like a whip
like a brick coming down
and hit me between the eyes
another occasion I`ve yet to forget
was I unwise?
Should I remind you that this is the end
of Camels,
and masking tape,
and this demonstration of tripping with grace
and if I need you
I`m intentionally wasting your time
Hey, everything`s slipping my mind

Now copper and nickel
are heads in my hand
I`ll bet you your sparest change
that this time tomorrow you`ll be miles away
with all trace of Monday out
with deserts to think about
and all of this slippin` my mind.