Born in nineteen sixty two Born with eyes of a distant blue Good luck charm was number one and playing on the radio Now I’m about ready to lose myself I’m about ready to kiss and tell,give up all that I think I know Shed my skin and be ready to go through changes
I’m in no rush you can take your time Show me yours and I’ll show you mine Men’ll fuck mud and then call it love, a joke salami in a latex glove More than a little mixed up when God begins to speak Through changes When I have to go before St Peter I’ll knock on his neon door and say Look at what came to be my journey Between two churches
It’s like I came to a fork in the road Four roads running only one of them known Fell to my knees as if I was pushed Love may come but it won’t be rushed by trying to run and stop from choosing The changes So when I have to go before St Peter I’ll knock on his neon door and say look at what came to be my journey Between two churches