Elaine On The Brain — текст песни (Squirtgun)

I`ve got Elaine on the brain
Shooting through my weather vain,
but I can`t reach her.
I`m so sick over Elaine
Cold and flu drops down the drain,
and graying scrapyards (like metal)

Driving by the wheat silos and red barns
I can`t yell enough, it`s raking.
Downtown in a blue phone booth
Elaine is running out tonight
and shaking (I`m quaking)

She`s all gold
and the ocean breaks cold
and I`m a wreck
You keep throwing down your wrenches.