I Like the Air Songtext
von Robert Francis

Filed down coffins in the neighborhood. A Spanish girl walking by the cemetery wood. Five in the pan, we do what we can though it ain′t right. A fat man sitting on the side of his remote, his daughter's in the kitchen trying to clean his coat,
I bet she can′t. The rattle of a bottle on a warped wooden desk, shaking back and forth beside my bated breath. A blind girl laughing while I stare at her chest, I'm in the zone. I won't survive if I make it out alive. Seven/ten split, I don′t got...
Down on Main Street, I got friends waiting there. I don′t need no drop off girls. I like the air.
Elysian Park through the dark about a mile. A little white girl with a Bobby King smile. Blue little bags she says she knows I'm feeling bad I′m worth your while. But here 'tween the palette feelings I don′t understand, cardboard cutouts, just be a man. Have fun walking home in Mike Davis land. Pull the wool over my eyes. I don't want to understand. I like the trees, the army and the colors that they wear, they like to scare. A few blocks home from remembering my name, a few blocks home.
Down on Main Street, I got friends waiting there. I don′t need no drop off girls, I like the air.