On Automatic - Michael Penn

I’m on automatic

And you gotta flip the switch.

Baby there’s a box in the attic

But I couldn’t tell you which was which.

It’s all become a running joke.

I’m what you might call simple folk.

But everything’ll turn out fine.

Things are looking up.

In the meantime

Things are looking up.

I’m swinging through the top of the valley,

Felling like the missing link.

But there’s another schematic

and look, she’s getting me a drink

While putting flowers on his crypt

'Cause Valentino’s lost the script.

But everything’ll turn out fine.

Things are looking up.

In the meantime

Things are looking up.

You blew another ring.

I thought you’d quit.

Along with calling misfits

But it’s me your looking up.

I’m on automatic.

The only person left to frisk.

I know I’m being over-dramatic

But I think I’m going to run that risk,

Of walking down the same old plank.

And maybe I’m about to tank,

But everything’ll turn out fine.

Things are looking up.

In the meantime???‚¬?¦

Things are looking up

In the meantime.