Aching for You

Chinese food and your sleeping bag

We're born-again losers

It's funny

Honey, you know, this is not so bad

Hanging around, wired for sound

It's funny

And sad and it's true

I'm aching

Aching for you

We carry an island around on our backs

We're born-again vagrants

It's funny

And we ask for nothing wherever we land

Meanwhile, we got nothing

Isn't that something?

It's funny

And sad and it's true

I'm aching

Aching for you

Wailing in the garage

Breaking all the rules

And I don't need you

You know you're truly bizarre

You're changing all the rules

And I don't need you

But I want you bad

We're all I ever had

Love is a needle, goes all the way down

I'm always surprised

It's funny

So shoot me a roll of your best paradise

It's so pretty I just want to die

It's funny

And sad and it's true

I'm aching

Aching for you

It's funny

I'm aching for you