Jet Lag - Brendan Benson

My so called friends

Where are they now

I guess a love that bends

Isn’t worth much any how

They come and go

And talk their shit

And when I really need to know

All I get is spit in my eye

But the less I know, the better

The faster I go, jet setter

I chase around the world

But I never get the girl

But it doesn’t really matter

If you won’t have any part of this

My scheme, I’ve devised

Where my team is disguised

And we seem like ordinary guys but surprise

Some people want to know

All about my history

And no one seems to care

That none of it’s noteworthy

But I talked so much as it were

That I made the local news

The boy has got the magic touch

And he can’t ever lose

My present situation

Is no longer inspiration

My precious generation

Is killing their time

And behind their backs

I’m slipping through the cracks

I’m hardly phased anymore

By your classless ways

It takes more than that

To amaze me these days

I stayed up late

The night before

I slept the whole way on the plane

And now my neck is sore

And it doesn’t really bother me

I just cut out any part of me

That’s been bruised