Elaine On The Brain Lyrics

I've got Elaine on the brain
Shooting through my weather vain
But I 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 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

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