Текст песни Elaine On The Brain

I've got Elaine on the brain
Shooting through my weather vain,
But I can't reach her.
I'm so sick over Elaine
Cold and flu drops down the drain,
And graying scrapyards (like metal)

Driving by the wheat silos and red barns
I can't yell enough, it's raking.Squirtgun - Elaine On The Brain - http://ru.motolyrics.com/squirtgun/elaine-on-the-brain-lyrics.html
Downtown in a blue phone booth
Elaine is running out tonight
And shaking (I'm quaking)

She's all gold
And the ocean breaks cold
And I'm a wreck
You keep throwing down your wrenches.