Words without songs2

-Words Without Songs -

I met this guy - and he looked like he might have been a hat check clerk at an ice rink. Which, in fact, he turned out to be. And I said: Oh boy. Right again.

I've been on this lonely road so long

Does anybody know where it goes? I remember the last time the signs pointed home

A month ago.

I'm not aware of too many things

I know what I know if you know what I mean

Philosophy is a walk on the slippery rocks

Religion is a light in the fog.

	I met this guy - and he looked like he might have been a hat check clerk at an ice rink. Which, in fact, he turned out to be. And I said: Oh boy. Right again.

	I've been on this lonely road so long Does anybody know where it goes? I remember the last time the signs pointed home A month ago.
		I'm not aware of too many things I know what I know if you know what I mean Philosophy is a walk on the slippery rocks Religion is a light in the fog.