Distractions, Pt. 1 - Bobby Darin

I’m sitting by the window

Trying to write a song

Gotta do another album

Before too long

Girl across the alley

Shows up with no clothes on

Well I try not to look

In fact I turn away

Gotta concentrate

On what I have to say

After all ideas

Is what this boy grows on

Too many distractions

Making infractions

On my mind

And my time

Oh, yeah

I’m relaxing in a trailer

In between the shows

I like to know

What the late news knows

But they’re running the same war

They had on last evening

So I get up off the couch

And I change the channel

There’s a group of broke girls

Setting on a panel

Telling each other the war is something

They don’t believe in

Too many distractions

Even bad reactions

On my mind

Waste my time

Ho hum

Now I love to get away

So I go up to the current

Put my pole in the water

Let my neck get burnt

Waiting for trout

And getting next to nature

But then I hear a giggle

And it becomes a laugh

A woman of forty

Wants my autograph

So I sign an old napkin

And she says I used to hate you

Too many distractions

False retractions

Guilty minds

Turning kind

Oh, yeah

I’m sleeping on the porch

Overlooking the lake

The screen door opens

Now I’m awake

Three sillouettes ask me

If a want to join a party

But I’m still half asleep

So I think it’s a joke

But I follow the smell

Of the sweet sour smoke

And there on the floor

Are Tom, Kate and Marty

Too many distractions

Making subtractions

From my time

And my mind