Point Me Toward The Real Ezra Furman

In the front seat of your convertible car
I'm awaiting your return
Watching sunshine flash and my cigarette ash
Till the corporate logo burns

You picked me up at the County Cook
Psychiatry Institute
It’s my first day free, I've got nowhere to be
So I'm coming home with you

Just a quick stop off at the drugstore
I’m not ready, so I wait in the car for you

You asked me who I might like to see
On my first night back outside
But my friends are few and my lover is through
And my family's horrified

We ride along in the silent dusk
While the moon gets drunk and high
It's a cold white stone up in heaven alone
And I've seen its darker side

You ask again and the words come out so easy
They bypass my conscious mind