No Focus (ZEMPEL)

Well hello ocifer my floorboards right here underneath my feet

and before you pulled me over my tires never left the street

Well I was busy lookin’ at yer lights so pretty, might be Christmas time

and with my eyes shut it was hard to keep my car between the lines

if you let me go I promise I’ll just sleep here in the car

I don’t remember where I’s going

I’m surprised I’ve come this far

Some silly girls have come to visit me between my Snoopy sheets

It’s only when they woke me up that I seen how long I’ve been asleep

Meanwhile I drift along in my life on a cloudy number nine

not really paying much attention to what happens all the time

is there a doctor in the house who can adjust the way I see ?

I have no focus whatsoever I go where the wind blows me

Poetic license was expired twenty years b’fore I was born

and if yer keeping score that’s slightly more than 44 plus 1

gotta dig the picture bleak and blurry could be Bill Murry in a tomb

because the camera man just read about the first atomic boom

soon after that he found he didn’t care to focus anything

just sits around and says he’s waiting for the fat lady to sing