Sad Professor (Unplugged, Live 2001)

[Verse 1]

If we're talking about love

Then I have to tell you

Dear readers, I'm not sure where I'm headed

I've gotten lost before

I've woke up stone-drunk

Face down in the floor

[Chorus]

Late afternoon, the house is hot

I started, I jumped up

Everyone hates a bore

Everybody hates a drunk

[Verse 2]

This may be a lip invention

Professors muddled in their intent

To try to rope in followers

To float their malcontent

As for this reader

I'm already spent

[Chorus]

Late afternoon, the house is hot

I started, I jumped up

Everyone hates a sad professor

I hate where I wound up

[Verse 3]

Dear readers, my apologies

I'm drifting in and out of sleep

Long silence presents the tragedies

Of love. Note the age. Get afraid

The surface hazy with attendant thoughts

A lazy eye metaphor on the rocks

[Chorus]

Late afternoon, the house is hot

I started, I jumped up

Everyone hates a bore

Everybody hates a drunk

Everyone hates a sad professor

I hate where I wound up

I hate where I wound up

I hate where I wound up

[Outro, spoken]

Thank you