it's such a special night. my friend julius came around and brought me some. glasses of bad advice. brought twenty words around. and dropped me home. said I been getting tired. getting home. getting wrong. getting high tonight. but i gotta take the last express blues. 'fore the ceiling runs out and loose.. what do you know boy?. i got twenty words around. and you can't see. around my house there is. a white cloud of jealousy.. cause i ain't the right man. i ain't got the right words to say. but i gotta take the last express blues. 'fore the feeling blows out and loose.. and you know we better go before today. cause my manners aren't as right as the ones you say. and the day is gonna come we're gonna lose. i'm gonna treat you like a boy. and we... but i ain't gonna tell who's right or wrong. cause somehow tonight i'm out of me. then i hit the street i felt the breeze. when i arrived there was but a tree. but there were no fruits nor history. only a buncha fools who were askin' me. how i couldn't resist what it'd done to me. so i ain't gonna tell who's right or wrong. and the man is going to tell andrioli.