Stoned - Live from the Belasco Theater, 2008

He measured time passing in hits from the bong
All-day cafe hangs and unfinished songs
Then her keys weighed more than the axe in his hand
When he tried to write a song he knew she wouldn't understand

She's living in a phony paradise
So many things she doesn't realize
She's basking in Hell's sunshine
How does the song go?

He's trying to write a song, but the song's writing him
It's a song about paradise wearing thin
Today, paradise was the enemy
Today the Real became routine
Today my edges dulled together - yeah, that's it!
And there's no point left to dream
I wanna scream!
Mama! Marianna and Moroccan hash have got me stoned
And I can't find my way home
Mama! She's serving every one of my desires on a platter
But it doesn't even matter anymore
Oh, paradise is a bore
It doesn't even matter anymore

You gonna ask me how I'm doin'?
Or don't you care?
I'm bored out of my mind
And what do you do over there?
Havin' a big old house should make a woman sing
La la la la la, la la la
But then you gotta live in it
And that's a whole 'nother thing
It was a beautiful group
I'm not getting any younger
You better think about that
And now I can't even move
The problem ain't where you're from
It's where I'm at
I could buy you a ticket
It's where I'm at?
Just like that

Mama! Marianna and Morocaan hash have gotten me stoned
Welcome to Amsterdam
And I can't find my way home (welcome to Amsterdam!)
Mama! She's serving every one of my desires on a platter
But it doesn't even matter anymore
Oh, paradise is a bore
It doesn't even matter anymore
Oh, paradise is a bore
It doesn't even matter anymore
Oh, paradise is a bore
It doesn't even matter anymore (Why do you wanna leave?)
Oh, paradise is a bore (Right when it was starting to feel real)
It doesn't even matter anymore (Why do you wanna leave?)
Oh, paradise is a bore (Right when it was starting to feel real)
It doesn't even matter anymore (Why do you wanna leave?)
Oh, paradise is a bore (Right when it was starting to feel real)
It doesn't even matter anymore (Why do you wanna leave?)
Oh, paradise is a bore (Right when it was starting to feel real)
It doesn't even matter anymore (Why do you wanna leave?)
Right when it was starting to feel real
Why do you wanna leave?
Right when it was starting to feel real