Busman's Honeymoon - Pere Ubu

I think about those old friends of mine

One day they’re walking on their hands

One day they’re crawling in the streets

Afraid of a strange free wide open land

Ho!

For the times they are calling

Oh!

For the times they say

Go go go Gone!

Always in love

Always alone

Always in line for that long walking home

Last night I saw those old friends of min

Making most outrageous sorta claims

Burning all the books, rocking on their heels

Watching awhile the heart of the flames

I see they’ve been talking to you

Has to be a matter of just time

What starts with you glad to be running some errand

Slides with time to be walking the line