two days and my money's spentni can't tell you just where i've beenni only gamble when i stealnbut i like the way it feelsnnmy hands still smell like a magazineni keep having the same old dreamneverything is what it seemsnsomething's wrong and i'm off to sleepnnnwhite knuckles on a baseball batni know just where i'm atnsun shone like david copperfieldndaddy, tell me it's not realnntwo feet, knee-deep in doubtnaround the bases and at home i'm outnbut if you're never home i doubtnthat you will ever see me outnnnparking lot is a hiding placen'cause under the cars you can't see my face