Maybe I'm Lost - The Jazz Passengers, Deborah Harry

Maybe i’m lost…

Watch while my mind starts to go…

Maybe i dribble a little.

Maybe i’m lost…

I only put up a front.

Losing the fear for the hunt.

Address me as madame kluseau!

People all tell me to go, to go, and jump off a bridge!

Where’s my house?

Maybe it’s time to relax.

Sell insurance and pack up your sax.

Buy a chateau au sud de la bronx.

Maybe they’re right.

They say i should bolt.

Take a train on the fifth of july.

I’ll pack some apples and eau de cologne.

Maybe i’ll try, i’ll try, i’ll try and blow up a bridge!

I’d be staring at tugboats in june

And what is the name of this tune?

Turning tricks on the boat to calais.

I’d be queen for a day.

Then i’d settle for luck.

Daily double at old aqueduct.

I’d fill my pockets with sheckles and juice.

Put my winnings to use.

And go, and go, and blow up a bridge!

Where’s my house?

What’s my name?

Where am i?