Jetlag

My so-called friends Where are they now I guess a love that bends Isn't worth much anyhow 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 And it doesn't really bother me I just cut out any part of me That's been bruised And abused, and misused Or confused 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 thru the cracks And 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! I'm hardly phased anymore By your classless ways It takes more than that to amaze me These days I'm so messed up Never know what time it is Jet lag's the price you pay To play showbiz, kid And I stayed up late The night before I slept the whole way on the plane And now my neck is sore