Not a model man
Not a saviour or a saint
Imperfect in a word
Make no mistake
But I
Give you everything I have
Take me as I am...

Alright, get a hold of yourself
An' don't fight it, it's over your head
It's alright, the rumble in your ears
Its alright to feel a little fear
An' don't fight it, it's over your head
It's alright, you wake up in your bed...

Silhouettes like shivering ancient feelings
They cover my foreign floors and walls
Submarines are lurking in my foggy ceiling
They keep me sleepless at night...

Hey, can you picture the sight
The figures on the beach in the searing night
And the roaring hurt of my silent fight...
Can you pull me out
Of this sleepless night
Can you pull me out?...

She could be moody, dramatic as a play
Or be evasive as a shadow in the shade
Could be irregular and singing in her underwear...
It wouldn't matter to a man with and open heart
Here comes right now...

Her wild and wise womanly
Intospectiveness
Her faults and files of foolishness...

Wouldn't matter to a man with and open heart
Here comes right now...

I'm ready to leave
I wanna get out of here
I'm ready to ride away
I don't wanna die in here
I'm ready to ride...

My skin is metallic now, no longer an elegant powder blue... my body
Unhinged and sleeping in the jungle of motor blcok manifolds and metal
Relics... what was deluxe becomes debris, I never questioned loyalty,
But this dead end demolishes the dream of an open highway...

Dig me... but don't... bury me