My Life Is in Storage - Frank Black

My Life Is in Storage - Frank Black
I had a castle
I had no hassles
Now tears are tassles
You're sure to know it
Just when you blow it
Then you can stow it
My life is in storage
My life is in storage
Come take a voyage
To personal storage
And we will forage
Leashes for my hounds
My tools for my grounds
Speakers for my sounds
My life is in storage
My life is in storage
Here are the pictures
Of permanent fixtures
Now they're just pictures
Lying in this stack
Baking in this shack
Things I can't get back
My life is in storage
My life is in storage
What life has become
Stored here for a sum
Halted I feel dumb
I got my lock and key
I paid a man his fee
Now I wait and see
My life is in storage
My life is in storage
I believe in your perfect face
I believe in your place in the sun
Can we leave now this dusty space
Can we have a little fun
I was standing at the podium
And though I was a little drunk
To the darkened auditorium
I delivered my funk
You were standing at the edge of the light
Trying not to be too impressed
I was trying for the sake of the night
Not to be too depressed
I called you on the telephone
From a hotel in Beverly Hills
And though I was scared to the bone
You were giving me thrills
I believe in your perfect face
I believe in your place in the sun
Can we leave now this dusty space
Can we have a little fun