Verse 1
He always rises in the East then sets in the West,
The same way I succumb to sleep then wake at my best.
When I was 17, I thought I was done,
With working at 6:30 every week, every morn-
Ning “Get up hon,” she says, “or you’ll be late for work.
I know it’s a daily struggle just working for that jerk,
But today’s hurdle paves the way for success,
Now get in that bathroom and woof! Take care of that breath!”
Ha, that’s my girl,
Betty, I’d give you the world,
Knows just how to push my knob to keep me with this job,
Plus the baby on the way, I think we’ll call him Josh,
Because like MLK, he’ll give the people what they want.
Ok I’m ready; I kiss Betty on the cheek,
And on her big belly, and I get a li’l kick,
I miss them already but I’ve gotta pay these bills,
So I start up the car, turn up the radio and the heat,
…Rap music? Nah…I don’t listen to that,
I remember once I had dreams of being a star,
But dreams are just dreams: that’s what they are,
They never last; they’re better left in the past,
And I’m driving….And I’m driving… And I’m driving
The BOX

Verse 2
The Sun might rise in the East and set in the West,
But at best it’s all a blur; I could care less.
The last leg of this tour: it’s one of my first
Ever, I feel blessed, to finally be heard,
A feeling I can’t express, or put into words,
Sike it’s like a bird that finally took the dive,
‘Cause despite the height, they all flew like kites,
Watching from his cage, he knew what he wanted to be like,
So he took a leap, at first wasn’t clear like seams,
But he flew the highest that they had ever seen,
The flyest they would ever get to see,
But like all things, flight is not as cool as it seems.
I wake up in Paris, in the best hotel I’ve ever been,
I roll over and see, other side of my bed’s empty,
I’d picked up a floozy; I think she went by Suzy,
I guess she knew the drill,
Just another ho in a night with M.L.T.

Interlude

Verse 3
The Sun might rise in the West and set in the East,
Or vice verse- don’t care as long as when I go to sleep,
I know with my eyes closed, dreams are not being policed,
Misused and abused instead they’re home free,
And you bet your ass they’ll run like Usain,
Crazy like Hussein but then again who’s sane?
Walking out to my car, I hear some screams and some yells,
‘HelioS! M.L.T! And I love your nov-el!’
I smile and I nod, wave then I get in,
Pull out a ring, I wonder what Lorraine will think,
Well, I kinda know but we’ll see when we see,
Then a plane flies by: oh, that’s the new Gulfstream,
At about 70 something feet, I’m glad I got that degree,
Pull out of my driveway, ready to win a girl out of my league.
I guess it all worked out in the end….
I keep driving and I turn the bend.
And I’m driving…and I’m driving…and I’m driving…