Il testo della Sour suite

Dont wanna listen to my telephone ring
Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing
Not this morning
Dont wanna think about the night before
Or maybe its a bore behind an open door
Got no time for that this morning

If i had the mind or i had the time
Maybe i could throw together a new kind of rhyme
And tell about my warning
But its too late now
It's too late now
It's too late now

I dont wanna think about a runaway dad
That took away the only thing that i never had
Dont even miss him this morning
I dont wanna think about a cold goodbye
Or a high school buddy got a little too high
I cant help him out this morning

Reviewers laugh at me, so i go out to sea
And perhaps its just as well 'cause id rather be in hell
Than be a wealthy man this morning
But its too late now
It's too late now
It's too late now

Whatever happened to images 'cause now theyre gone
And worn-out phrases just keep a hangin on
Whatever happened to homes as opposed to houses
The conversation sinks as the evening drowses
Its just like 46201
It's just like 46201

Whatever happened to early morning open skies
And broken faces, half with melting eyes
Enough of riddles that just play with time
Cause im still here and i cant beg a dime
Im back here in 46201
Im back here in 46201

Something better's waiting for me around the corner now
I got to find it and try and hang on for a little while
I'm back here in 46201
There's gotta be a few small changes made

Dont wanna listen to my telephone ring
Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing
Leave me alone this morning