Jackson Browne

I wrote another song a lot like Jackson Browne might sing
Sixpence or better I hope I don’t know
I know I got no business walking in the treads
And maybe I should leave it unsung
So, we dropped all the instruments and this is all that’s left
A rusty set of vocal chords, and a song a lot like this
So, put it in your pipe and smoke it
In the back of your jeans
Put it somewhere, where you won’t find it
A song, oh, just another song
Here’s to all the thunder thieves, the damn good reference points
Safety blanket, helium, things are looking up
You’ll never be the bridesmaid, always doomed to be the bride
There’s dust in every corner where the melody resides
So, put it in your pipe and smoke it
In the back of your jeans
Put it somewhere, where you won’t find it
A song, oh, just another song
Oh, consider it sung
Oh, consider it sung
Oh, consider it sung