jamie lives in a warehouse on the corner of 14th and green cooks after midnight sleeping in twilight doesn t remember his dreams he lives and looks like a poet critiquing the world on a string his blood runs on cocaine and alcohol he ll try anything and he don t want anyone to know and he don t want anyone to see you lie and cheat to break the beat baby heart on your sleeve you wanna meet maybe someday you ll find what you re looking for someday you ll be begging at your own front door you re running you re gunning for the gates of eden head full of knowledge and a heart for freedom someday jamie you ll fall on your face someday boy you re gonna break those chains jamie s being ironic on a sunday afternoon the cynics and stoics boy they re coming coming after you he talks about death and dying gotta get out of this town maybe go to south america and disappear in the crowd and he don t want anyone to know and he don t want anyone to see you lie and cheat to break the beat baby heart on your sleeve you wanna meet maybe someday you ll find what you re looking for someday you ll be begging at your own front door you re running you re gunning for the gates of eden head full of knowledge and a heart for freedom someday jamie you ll fall on your face someday boy you re gonna break those chains jamie s family loves him waiting for his return a pocket full of second guesses when will he ever learn you lie and cheat to break the beat baby heart on your sleeve you wanna meet maybe someday you ll find what you re looking for someday you ll be begging at your own front door you re running you re gunning for the gates of eden head full of knowledge and a heart for freedom someday jamie you ll fall on your face someday boy you re gonna break those chains