Brendan Benson - Jetlag lyrics

My so-called friends

Where are they now?

I guess a love that bends

Isn't worth much anyhow

The come and go

They talk their shit

And when I really need to know

All I get is spit in my eye

But the less I know,

The better, the faster I go, jet-setter

I chase around the world

But I never get the girl

But I don't let it bother me

I cut out any part of me

That's been bruised, and refused, and misused or confused

Oh, some people wanna know

All about my history

And no one seems to care

That none of it's noteworthy

But I talked so much, as it were

That I made the local news:

"The boy has got the magic touch

And he can't ever lose"

My present situation

Is no longer inspiration

My precious generation

Is killing their time

And behind their backs

I'm slipping through the cracks

And it doesn't really matter if

You won't have any part of this

My scheme I've devised

Where my team is disguised

And we seem like ordinary guys

But surprised

I'm hardly phased anymore

By your classless ways

It takes more than that to amaze me

These days I'm so messed-up

Never know what time it is

Jet lag's the price to pay to play show biz, kid

And I stayed up late

The night before

I slept the whole way on the plane

And now my neck is sore

(C'mon now)

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