album: Wildchild I know these things aren't typical I don't wanna come across difficult I wish I could climb inside of your head And make you a little less miserable I'm losing your time to a metronome I'm in the next room with a megaphone I know you didn't hear a word that I said I try, try, try How do I drive from the passenger side? I've been holdin' on tight to a telephone line Living your dream, baby, what about mine? Tell me I'm yours, wonder what it feels like What it feels like Let's run from it all for the hell of it Oh, God, put me back in my element We talk about things we don't wanna address I guess I'll make room for the elephant But I miss the way the night sounds back on the coast Up dancing with the lights out, burning the toast Yeah, I miss a lot of things, but I miss you the most Yeah, I try, try, try How do I drive from the passenger side? I've been holdin' on tight to a telephone line Living your dream, baby, what about mine? You tell me I'm yours, wonder what it feels like What it feels like I pour my heart out on a silver plate I would die for you, by the way Not that you would mind But I try, I try, I try, try How do I drive from the passenger side? I've been holdin' on tight to a telephone line Living your dream, baby, what about mine? You tell me I'm yours, wonder what it feels like What it feels like Living your dream, baby, what about mine? You tell me I'm yours, wonder what it feels like