Pink lightning

When I was in the gutter you were already deeply disturbed
There was that night I swear I heard you say you'd poisoned your father
Between moans
So maybe he was mean, and maybe he had a penchant
For back handing your mother at the mere mention of love gone cold
Like, how was she to know?
But that don't mean it's fine
That don't mean it's fine
That don't mean it's fine
To do whatever you like

When I was in the gutter you were no longer sober
And I admired the grace with which you fell off the wagon
Surrounded by the dregs of horny divorcees
Roller blading busters in their CRV's
Come on, love
Are you gonna give it up
Or what?
If I feel no such love
If I feel no such love
Though I am grateful for the shelter
While it holds me in it's arms
Oh, but when I feel better
When I feel better
When I feel better
Can't tell me nuthin'!

So watch me chase the sun and dream that it's over
And I won
But did I love you once?
Not so far from Pismo
And to watch you twirl on the beach
Under pink lightning
Giggling, 'we're all just recycling
Have you dreamt my dream before?'
Gee, I don't know
But I'm tired and can no longer perform
But when I was down and out
When I was down and out
When I was down and out
You unbuttoned your blouse.