Ode To The Mets

Up on his horse, up on his horse

Not gonna wake up here anymore

Listen one time, it's not the truth

It's just the story I tell to you

Easy to say, easy to do

But it's not easy, well maybe for you

Hope that you find it, hope that it's good

Hope that you read it, think that you should

Cuts you some slack as he sits back

Sizes you up, plans his attack

Drums please, Fab

And I got it all, I got it all

Waitin' for me down on the street

But now you gotta do somethin' special for me

I'm gonna say what's on my mind

Then I'll walk out, then I'll feel fine

Yeah, I'm under his thumb, I'm on his back

I will not show my teeth too quick

I needed you there, I needed you there

But I didn't know, I didn't know

Back from his trip, he's at the door

When he gets back, he's on the phone

Innocent eye, innocent heart

No, it's not wrong, but it's not right

Innocent time, out on his own

Not gonna do that, fuck, I'm out of control

I was just bored, playin' the guitar

Learned all your tricks, wasn't too hard

It's the last one now, I can promise you that

I'm gonna find out the truth when I get back

Gone now are the old times

Forgotten, time to hold on the railing

The Rubik's Cube isn't solving for us

Old friends, long forgotten

They all wait at the bottom of

The ocean now has swallowed

The only thing that's left is us

So pardon the silence that you're hearing

Is turnin' into a deafening

Painful, shameful roar