Letra de Elaine On The Brain

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
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She's all gold
And the ocean breaks cold
And I'm a wreck
You keep throwing down your wrenches, wrenches
Whoa yeah