Walk, Don't Run

I'd shave my face into clark gable's

But i wouldn't be at my best

I do my talking at coffee tables

I like a setting sun in the west

Now don't you hate it when people are not what they seem

I love it when water doesn't turn into steam

My breed is a melancholy one

I'm skinny and slow with a hairy chest

I only want the hole in one

I like a setting sun in the west

Now don(t you hate it when you waste your brain playing games

I love it when people just sound like their names

I try to open my red blue eyes

Always on time at least

I like my songs alphabetized

I like a rising sun in the east

Now i love it when night falls on hoboken

It will fall again, truer word was never spoken