the song's been around for quite a while really. i used to be crazy over it. and pobably still am. cos every once in a while i'll be having this mad itch to listen to it all over again. a strangely logical song with a strange name. standing outside a broken phone booth with money in my hand BY primitive radio gods. one of my all-time faves.

Am I alive or thoughts that drift away?
Does summer come for everyone?
Can humans do what prophets say?
And if I die before I learn to speak
Can money pay for all the days I lived awake
But half asleep?