By the Book - Michael Penn

Always been horseblinded

Could never see

Past the two shades on the periphery

I ask you for mercy

And beg clemency

But something I’m thinking is sticking with me

When you’re all alone

And I am not around

I know that you think me

As cold as the ground

I don’t play accordion, we disagree

But something I’m feeling is sticking with me

If this ain’t by the book then the book must be wrong

And maybe it is what you hoped all along

Now you didn’t think I would go quietly

When something about you is sticking with me

This person I’ve been wasn’t me I surmise

You know me too well

You’d see through a disguise

Someone must have cloned a facsimile

It bears repeating «sticking with me»

They’re cutting the bull

And they’re drinking its blood

Show me a patriot

Show me a scud

And that’s about all I can get from TV

There’s still this feeling sticking with me

If this ain’t by the book then the book must be wrong

Can’t we sleep in

You can wake me at dawn

We’ll start us a regular royal dynasty

So long as you are only sticking with me

Sticking with me

Sticking with me

Sticking with me

Sticking with me

Sticking with me

Sticking with me

Sticking with me