Tulsa

They were talking shop about all the parts
You knew nothing of
So you searched yourself in another room
And didn’t 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 vacation 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?