Tulsa

They were talking shop about all the parts

You knew nothing of

So you searched yourself in another room

And didnt find anything there

And you drank a glass of water and count down from one hundred

And get lost somewhere around fifty six

What was I supposed to be doing?

Forced like a vaction to Tulsa

You're impregnated with the idea of true love

And it moves to fast to comprehend it

So you only half explain it

And now you're so far gone

What was I supposed to be doing?