Maybe I’m Lost
Watch while my mind starts to go
Maybe I dribble, a little
Maybe I’m Lost
I only put up a front
Losing the feel for the hunt
Address me as mother Theresa
People all tell me to go, to go, to give them a break
Maybe it’s time to relax
Sell insurance and pack up your sax
Bye a chateaux or shift to the Bronx
Maybe their right
They say I should vote
Take a train on the fifth of July
I pack some apples and some eau de cologne
Hey maybe I’ll try
I’ll try and try and blow all the bread
I’d be staring at tug boats in June
What is the name of this tune?
Turning tricks on the boat to Calais
I’d be queen for a day
Then I’d settle for luck
Daily double and old aqueduct
I’ll fill my pockets with shekels and juice
Put my winnings to use and go and go and blow all my bread
(What’s my name)
(Where am I).