Elaine On The Brain

Lyrics

I've got Elaine on the brain Shooting through my weather vain But I can't reach her 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 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, wrenches Whoa yeah [Lead] She's all gold And the ocean breaks cold And I'm a wreck You keep throwing down your wrenches, wrenches Whoa yeah