Songs:Probably (72712)

Lyrics

As I lay me down to sleep, I drift into a dream so deep
that I can barely find it in my mind.
The place I do not recognize, though it never seems a big surprise
that I love to go back to it every time.

And Gore Vidal, he comes to me in these dreams of electricity
and tells me of the things that will be true.
And unfortunately he returns to me, on certain nights in two or three
and lets me know the future isn't you.

So I listen to Thelonius Monk, and pack my parcels in my trunk
and drive off for a jungle far away.
And though I still feel you inside, I know I'll never be your bride,
but I probably would've hated it anyway.

Noboday knows what a jerk you can be
except for maybe your dad and me,
and he and I don't even really get along.
It's never been my place to cry, or to linger on a long goodbye,
so I'll just get my things and move along.

Hollywood, it was my dream. I thought the love, I thought it seemed
that I would like it better in L.A.
But even if I could have an affair with a bleached-blond boy with
bleached-blond hair, I probably would've hated it anyway.

And so our romance has to end.
Not time to talk about being friends, no matter how near or far away.
We'll never get to buy a home, or a picket fence to call our own,
but honey, baby, dearie, that's okay.

'Cause I probably would've hated it anyway.
Yes I probably woud've hated it anyway.
And I think I'm gonna like it better this way.