The Scene Selection

[Verse 1]

I'm all messed up again

I can't hold the coffee cup, but then

It's so cold

The Plaza's spinning 'round

I'm dizzy from driving up and down

The scene selection's bands gigs lists all jam-band hybrids

[Verse 2]

That speaker's all but blown

It so loud in here at least at home

There's no crowd

I don't know anyone

At least at home there's grass and warm rum

The scene sucks you in but sucks when you're within

[Chorus 1]

What'cha wanna do? What'cha wanna do?

I don't know

I don't know

I don't know

I don't know

[Verse 3]

Oh, let's call it a night

This quite hopeless plight

And there's melodies inside my head ascending and descending

Next weekend comes bringing all brand-new doldrums

[Chorus 2]

What'cha wanna do? What'cha wanna do?

I don't know

I don't know