I hear you've got a pocket full of words   That you keep in the garage   Together with the feather and the fireworks   A surftown hero who's got one foot in the garden   Where the neon-lighted cocktail glasses bloom   And they built you a model airplane   Like the one that brought you back to Lindbergh field   Now you're counting your change by the streetlights on India   "Hey, it's me again, I'm faded...could I please come over?"      You can do what you want   In umbilical town   In a waterfront bar      Old gap-toothed Annie was a friend of mine   The third time around she was born again   She must have burned at least a half-a-million dollars   In the little rooms next door to wash-and-fold   And there ain't no consolation prize   There is no backdoor to innocence   Just the wild-eyed faces and names that you've forgotten   "Hey, the money's gone, I'm broken, could I please come over?"      You can do what you want   In umbilical town   In that waterfront bar      I've been dreaming we were born together   I've been thinking about it   'Been lurking backstreets-kicking down alleyways   I've been thinking about it   How it's always worse than it appears   Raskolnikov's out on the stairs   Howling at the man in the moon   They say he lost control   Between the suburbs and the barrio   Tired from too much too soon   Now the air is thick with compromises   We're always on the way   So I take comfort in the only life I know      Well you can do what you want   In umbilical town   At the waterfront bar   In umbilical town   You can do what you want   You can do what you want   You can do what you want