Elaine On The Brain lyrics

I`ve got Elaine on the brain

Shooting through my weather vain,

but I can`t reach her.

I`m so sick over Elaine

Cold and flu drops down the drain,

and graying scrapyards (like metal)



Driving by the wheat silos and red barns

I can`t yell enough, it`s raking.

Downtown in a blue phone booth

Elaine is running out tonight

and shaking (I`m quaking)



She`s all gold

and the ocean breaks cold

and I`m a wreck

You keep throwing down your wrenches.