Pineapple Morning

There's nothing like a pineapple morning
When the fruit is fresh and the animals horny
The sun comes alive with a feverish glow
And I linger on to the sound of the road

There's nothing like a pineapple morning
When the milk is warm and your girlfriend is boring
Rings on my fingers and wings on my ride
Blinded by light I can no longer hide

Rainbows and earth shakes, a regular day in my time
Being myself is the price that I pay

[Chorus]
When you're on the floor
I will let you decide
(you got to count your steps and walk)
Out of the door
And into the light
(you got to count your steps and walk)

Just a difficult pineapple morning
Your clothes are hip and your music's corny
Still awake from two days before (oh)
Changing yourself in the back of the store

Talking to people who aren't really real all the time
Falling apart, going out of your mind

[Chorus x2]
When you're on the floor
I will let you decide
(you got to count your steps and walk)
Out of the door
And into the light
(you got to count your steps and walk)

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey...

[Chorus x4]
When you're on the floor
I will let you decide
(you got to count your steps and walk)
Out of the door
And into the light
(you got to count your steps and walk)