George in '64

 I feel like George in 1964. I feel like George in ’64. You like me too much and I like you. If I needed someone it’d be you. It’s all too much, it’s been a long, long time. You like me too much I don’t like you. My head is filled with things to say. But these words seem to slip away. This game is dragging me down. Put away your thoughtless frown. You like me too much; I don’t like you. I feel like George in 1964. This quiet guy wants something more. John and Paul are writing up a score, I feel like George in ‘64. I’m stepping out this old brown shoe. Life flows on but without you. Our love has gone so cold, my songs are bold. You like me too much; I don’t like you. Something in the way that this went down. Couldn’t hide my thoughts this time around. No more dickin’ around, no more changing my sound. You like me too much I don’t like you. This quiet guy is breaking through. Jasmine still looks good, it’s true. Do what you wanna do. And go where you’re going to. You like me too much I don’t like you. I feel like George in 1964. This quiet guy wants something more. John and Paul are writing up a score, I feel like George in ‘64.  

I grew up in a Cold War Town, radar in the sky, rockets in the ground. I didn’t know about cold war issues, air raid whistles, or Nike missiles. School drills, iodine pills, shelter in the hall, up against the wall. Nike bases, space races, bombs in the hills and everyday places. I hope the world is better someday. There’s fighting in the sand, fighting over land, suicide drones, no-fly zones. Weapons in space, nuclear waste, shelter in place and still an arms race. School drills, iodine pills, shelter in the hall, up against the wall. Nike bases, space races, bombs in the hills and everyday places. I hope that things get better someday. Stubborn old men, wars that never end, names I can’t pronounce, daily body counts. Overnight strikes, threats on sound bites, new retaliation, fears of escalation. The more things change, the more they remain. Roses still bloom and clouds bring rain. Weeds are gonna grow with new ways to kill them. Waters gonna flow with the same old rhythm. School drills, iodine pills, shelter in the hall, up against the wall. Nike bases, space races, bombs in the hills and everyday places. I hope that things get better someday. I hope the world is better someday.