well this here is the story about one common fellow and his adventures.nAnd a little face nestled in the back of his mindnA little place he rolled on by like a tumbleweednnWhen the city awakes and the garbage trucks trump their hornsnOn the corner of the street there's two hobos and menand we're not that differentnWe got one pair of jeansnOne, Two, ThreenA pennynBut look at me plus I'm (or pour some) in a rock and roll magazinenOh yeah-ah-ahnnI just flew over the coo coo nestnA hundred thousand miles east or westnThat's why I gave up (no idea) to have the space for twonAnd when I lost the life inside of my headnI swear we're gonna get that publishing checknBut on a day like today with no gas in the tanknMy belly's kinda empty just like my faithnOh yeah-ah-ahnnAnd it can be so frustratin' when you can't be accomplished and the things imagined in your headnAnd all the girls don't go to the beach no morenthey just daydream it all behind a desknYeah they don't go down to the beach no morenthey just daydream behind a desknyes, yes, yes.