well i sorta got to thinking
and thinking got to wishing
i got wish myself to bringing
sad luck up to a charm
and no one here was willing to go,
brought myself to chicago

down down down
arlington hostel
the parisian apostle
pushing the pedals to me
cause i was sad and incomplete
the aussie kids are buying me rounds ou-ounds

can i kiss your hand
how about your cheek
my german is a little off,
and she doesn't understand,
she doesn't understand me
in love with every girl that i see

the bus didn't bring
and the drunks didn't wish me.
very well--
i've been thinking
i'm never gonna find myself.