Sometimes I get this writer's block

I'm living in the past

My clock's an hour fast

Should really go and make coffee but I can't be arsed.

I've lost my mobile phone

You'll have to call my home

On second thoughts just leave a message when you hear the tone.

My grimy windows show the early morning glow.

Another day,

Another dollar in my one man show.

I'm lovin' Mary Jane, flyin' with Luis Lane

On board a bullett train.

Don't know yet if I'm glad I came

Don't know yet if I'm glad I came.