Jet Lag

My so called friends Where are they now I guess a love that bends Isn't worth much any how They come and go And talk their shit And when I really need to know All I get is spit in my eye But the less I know, the better The faster I go, jet setter I chase around the world But I never get the girl But it doesn't really matter If you won't have any part of this My scheme, I've devised Where my team is disguised And we seem like ordinary guys but surprise Some people want to know All about my history And no one seems to care That none of it's noteworthy But I talked so much as it were That I made the local news The boy has got the magic touch And he can't ever lose My present situation Is no longer inspiration My precious generation Is killing their time And behind their backs I'm slipping through the cracks I'm hardly phased anymore By your classless ways It takes more than that To amaze me these days I stayed up late The night before I slept the whole way on the plane And now my neck is sore And it doesn't really bother me I just cut out any part of me That's been bruised --- Jet Lag - Brendan Benson