Too Late to Fixate - Conor Oberst

Tried some bad meditation

Sitting up in the dark

They say to picture an island

Cause that’s one place to start

I guess I could count my blessings

I don’t sleep in the park

With all my earthly possessions

In one old shopping cart

No, I’m up in the penthouse

On a big feather bed

Is it too late to fixate

On that instead

My wife takes a vacation

One she can’t afford

I go fishing the alleys

For someone to escort

No, I don’t mind the money

It beats betting on sports

And though it might get expensive

It’s cheaper than divorce

And I love her torn stockings

And her lipstick of red

Is it too late to fixate

On her instead

You know you’re my favorite

She says when we’re through

Some parts are off limits

But I’d give them to you

Where the hell was Dock Ellis

When I gave up that hit

Where was Timothy Leary

When reality bit

Who’s the new Dalai Lama

That shy little kid

With no room in his body

Where a stranger could live

I can’t blame him for dreaming

He’ll sleep when he’s dead

Is it too late to fixate

On that instead

Is it too late to fixate

On that instead