Summer Song [1997]

Knocking on a stranger's door was my short walk to suicide,
crying on a desolate curb in a foreign neighborhood.
Brezsny said that nice guys end up slaving away in service
to dreams they don't believe in.

Writing on a blank screen is my short walk to catharsis,
buying a dream in a case in exchange for your heart.
Sienna said that nice guys turn out to be the villains
in cheap mystery B-movies.

Loving on a distant phone was my short walk to insanity,
crying at midnight from the other side of the world.
I said I'd follow a path that wanders four thousand miles east
just to be near your voice.

That's why I fly far away.