Oliver Jones Lyrics

Oliver Jones, chilled to the bone

As he wearily waits for the weather to wane

Seems the news report lied

And his shoes are untied

When he crosses the street, he trips on his feet

And his arm hits the concrete; he winces in pain

Not a wandering eye

Caught as they go by, bye bye

Oh no, and so it goes, Oliver Jones

Oliver Jones, driving alone

In the Twenty-Six eastbound at five thirty-five

When the radio says

There's a crash up ahead

So he closes his eyes, leans back and sighs

And massages his temples and thinks of the drive

Oh no, and so it goes, Oliver Jones

Oliver Jones, sitting at home

Staring up at a blank wall, a door, and a bed

Now he sees the sun fade

So he pulls closed the shades

And he takes off his tie, turns off the light

Bundles up in his covers, and lays down his head

So he leaves his socks on

As another day's gone, gone, gone

Oh no, oh no

Oh no, oh no

Oh no, and so it goes Oliver Jones