It was my birthday and miserablenSo I decided to freak you outnTo see if there's a limit on lovenWhen you discover what that promise is really all aboutnnNow I have filthy thoughts about younI hope you have the same for me when I'm gonenI never thought you'd really be the one to leavenbut if that ain't your old nsteamer truck sitting out on the lawnnnOh is it packed full of your seasonsnYour patterns and your white pantsnAnd maybe way down in one corner, in a blindfold nUndeveloped afternoons of film we'll never printnnOh but it's too hot out to fightnSo I'll just watch that uniformed mustache help you on boardnAnd I'll look forward to your call from the next townnSaying Retrieve me, Honey. But I'm not sorry, I'm just borednnFrom the outside, it's a gamenWhere we come from, it's a mapnThat leads to buggy beaches and balconysnAnd dugout benches or any place I cannLay my head down in your lapnnOh but I'm not looking for peacenNo that's so unnaturalnWell maybe just some little space and borrowed timenAt dusk when you remind menYou're still, you're still my girlnnI need no banners on the windnNo I don't need it written in the skynNo I don't need your sincere proclamationsnJust some refuge from a world nThat takes way more than one eye for an eyennSome folks, they have a lot to offernBut I don't believe anyone's getting savednSo that leaves a lot of time for thinkin' nSleepin', dreamin' of the blindfold that you promised onnMy last miserable birthdaynYeah my birthday