Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep
Moonlight spills on comic books
And superstars in magazines
An old friend calls and tells us where to meet
Her plane takes off from Baltimore
And touches down on Bourbon Street
We sit outside and argue all night long
About a god we've never seen
But never fails to side with me
Sunday comes and all the papers say
Ma Teresa's joined the mob
And happy with her full time job
Do do do do do do
Am I alive or thoughts that drift away?
Does summer come for everyone?
Can humans do as prophets say?
And if I die before I learn to speak
Can money pay for all the days I lived awake
But half asleep?
Do do do do do do
A life is time, they teach us growing up
The seconds ticking killed us all
A million years before the fall
You ride the waves and don't ask where they go
You swim like lions through the crest
And bathe yourself on zebra flesh
I've been downhearted baby,
I've been downhearted baby,
Ever since the day we met
Moonlight spills on comic books
And superstars in magazines
An old friend calls and tells us where to meet
Her plane takes off from Baltimore
And touches down on Bourbon Street
We sit outside and argue all night long
About a god we've never seen
But never fails to side with me
Sunday comes and all the papers say
Ma Teresa's joined the mob
And happy with her full time job
Do do do do do do
Am I alive or thoughts that drift away?
Does summer come for everyone?
Can humans do as prophets say?
And if I die before I learn to speak
Can money pay for all the days I lived awake
But half asleep?
Do do do do do do
A life is time, they teach us growing up
The seconds ticking killed us all
A million years before the fall
You ride the waves and don't ask where they go
You swim like lions through the crest
And bathe yourself on zebra flesh
I've been downhearted baby,
I've been downhearted baby,
Ever since the day we met
Lyrics submitted by antispork, edited by billyb93, markydissod
Standing Outside a Broken Phone Booth with Money in My Hand Lyrics as written by Jane Feather Chris O Connor
Lyrics © KOBALT MUSIC PUB AMERICA INC
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I would really appreciate it if someone could offer their opinions on this song. I have hesitant pieces of the puzzle, but..
Beautiful lyrics that are a montage of impressions. Think of yourself in an art gallery. There are no manuals to help us understand each painting. Yet, we experience the impressions. We experience the thoughts of the artist. Do they move us?<br /> <br /> The song asks us to consider things that are unfinished. Are they better than things finished? Does judging things by whether they are finished or unfinished even move us?<br /> <br /> An old friend visits us to continue an unfinished discussion. Her flight is something that both begins and ends. But was that meaningful to us?<br /> <br /> Our discussion engages us, and fixates on who God sides with. Can this be decided?<br /> <br /> Is "Ma Teresa" a reference to Mother Teresa? Mother Teresa spends her life helping others in the poorest slums in India. Will her life's work ever be finished? Did the moonlight spill on Jen's comic books because she went to sleep before putting them away?<br /> <br /> Do we need to put a finish to these questions by answering them?<br /> <br /> Is the important part of being human the answer that eventually we have a limited amount of time to live?<br /> <br /> Is our nature to be competitive? Do we hurt others by being this way?<br /> <br /> The message of the chorus: A finished thing? We met?<br /> <br /> Wow, all these questions. Exactly what this brilliant artist intended. <br /> <br /> Do we need to answer them? Better left unfinished.