Jetlag - Brendan Benson

My so-called friends

Where are they now

I guess a love that bends

Isn?

t worth much anyhow

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!

I’m hardly phased anymore

By your classless ways

It takes more than that to amaze me

These days

I’m so messed up

Never know what time it is

Jet lag’s the price you pay

When you play showbiz, kid

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

Some people want to know

All about my history

And no one seems to care

That none of it?

s not worthy

My present situation

Is no longer inspiration

My precious generation

Is killing their time

And behind their backs

I?

m slipping thru the cracks

And it doesn?

t really bother me

I just cut out any part of me

That?

s been bruised

And abused, and misused

And confused

I stayed up late

The night before

I slept the whole way on the plane

And now my neck is sore

Hello Girl