A walk like a burned out porn star
With aching feet for a car
My buddy had a baby with a girl named star
Makes me appreciate how the little things are

But crossing a road isn′t easily told
To a young has-been centerfold
Labelled a winner′s episode

Yeah, I′m really clean if you know what I mean
Except for this recurring dream
Of losing total feeling
While the windmill′s squealing
The windmill′s squealing

I paint to kill the dead saints
I paint to make it clear
My colors run in blue and gray
But they give hope to someone dear

Yeah, yeah, yeah, 2AM lovesick
With a walking pneumonia drumkick
And this candle doens′t have a wick
But I′m really not that scared
No, I′m not that scared

A walk like a burned out porn star
With aching feet for a car
My buddy had a baby with a girl named star
Makes me appreciate how the little things are