From the recording Lost and Found
Dewey Kincade: Vocals, guitar, piano, organ
Colin Brown: Drums
Dave Humphries: bass
Meredith Noel: Viola
Myron Koch: Saxophone
Dan Africk: Backing vocals
Lyrics
Well, I can deal with the pain,
And I can almost explain,
But I can't read the map when it takes me to you.
And I can say who I am,
But I don't give a damn,
And I don't want to try after what I've been through.
The sickness is gone but the symptoms are here,
The sound of cicadas is all you can hear
There's nobody out there and it's worse than you fear.
While my knees start to shake and my head starts to spin,
I try to fight back, but it's already in,
And I'm caught gettin' over you, gettin' under my skin.
Fever's burning,
And leaves are turning,
And the dreams in my head are beginning to swell,
For all the rivers I've crossed,
And all the stories I've lost,
I seem to be drinking from a bottomless well.
Seven days since I've been away,
I'm still seeing gargoyles trying to lead me astray,
I'm turning my back a thousand times a day.
Nothin' stays down, and I'm dangerously thin,
And from the look on my face you can tell where I've been,
And I'm caught gettin' over you gettin' under my skin.
You say,
The timing's all wrong,
And there's no second chance,
And there's no place left to go,
And we live in separate worlds,
But it's just a new song,
And we're both out of tune,
And there's always a chance,
And only one world,
And that's not a crime,
Though we can never see it at the same time.
I'm through with the charade,
Watching death on parade,
While noble worlds are flung and patriotic speeches are read,
And the people celebrate,
But I just have to wait,
There's a letter going 'round and I know what it said,
It said, "Rome is in ruins, and the prophets have fled,
A man on forty second street can't find a bed,
You got no salvation- you got each other instead."
And every empire crumbles from within,
And I almost got free, but they still brought me in,
I was almost getting over you gettin' under me
Love is looming, going through me
Razzin’ me jazzin’ me driving me out of my head
While the punk on the street keeps on timing me
And the waitress standing next to me what’s to know how much I am worth
Gettin’ over you gettin’ under my skin.
