i went in to twelve bookstores looking for ulysses motherwell led me to believe all my questions would be answered now i have it here sitting on the table another word for the universe loose green tea and a bonsai tree, an underground apartment check my e-mail and wash my clothes while my rice is cooking oh jesus christ, how i hate making phonecalls so i lead a lonely life a waterfall from a higher place told me all about you the funeral of the man i was told me not to doubt you oh what we could do with your dress up round your shoulders we could leave all our fear behind i went in to the liquor store looking for a bottle of my favorite bombay gin, the answer to my problems but to my delight the bottles were all taken ah yeah, another hero's night