From the album The Pickle Jar

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Lyrics

I’ve been planning a special trip for a while
The Dark Lady’s ready to put me on trial
She’s the one with the purple eyes
Playing the cello while somebody cries

Anyway maybe you don’t know her yet
But she gave me two tickets for her private jet
Told me I could invite only one other part
Myself and my brain or myself and my heart

Luckily I’m totally sick of my brain
It leads me to the same places again and again
A dead end alley with a beautiful tree
That keeps refusing to sing with me

Oh this time I’m gonna speak like a child
Keep it simple so no lawsuits are filed
I’m gonna cry if you don’t love me

Keep me humble
Keep me humble
Keep me humble

Dirty old sponges sitting in the sink
While she’s busy dusting off her wink
It was found in the corner of the kitchen floor
Who knows what she’ll end up using it for

An elderly woman paints a picture all day
She’s contemplating calling it reality
And it looks like a hunk of Swiss cheese
You can have some but first you must say please

Oh I certainly hope this trip goes alright
I wouldn’t mind turning into a ball of light
I wouldn’t mind calling off this search
And realizing that being here right now is my church

Oh this time I’m gonna speak like a child
Keep it simple so no lawsuits are filed
I’m gonna cry if you love me

Keep me humble
Keep me humble