I Don't Write The Songs; I Just

I Had Ambitions To Set Out And Find, Like An Odyssey Or Going Home Somewhere, Set Out To Find This Home That I'd Left A While Back And Couldn't Remember Exactly Where It Was, But I Was On My Way There. And Encountering What I Encountered On The Way Was How I Envisioned It All. I Didn't Really Have Any Ambition At All. I Was Born Very Far From Where I'm Supposed To Be, And So, I'm On My Way Home, You Know?

Mona Lisa Must Have Had The Highway Blues; You Can Tell By The Way She Smiles.

When The Jelly Faced Women All Sneeze, Hear The One With The Mustache Say I Can't Find My Knees.

I Said, You Know They Refused Jesus, Too. He Said, You're Not Him.

Take Me On A Trip Upon Your Magic Swirling Ship.