How the hell is everything
Since I been away?
Is the weather any better?
Did the landlord fix the drain?
Did Lui sell his paintings?
Did Kevin quit his job?
Will you tell them that I love 'em and
I miss y'all a lot?

I thought about deserting
Jumping on a plane the other day
It was just a fleeting feeling, man
I'm usually okay

When I'm holding conversations in a language I don't speak
And coughing on the radio and screaming in my sleep
I'm just tired of feeling tired, I'm tired of getting drunk
They took our picture for the paper and they made me stand in front
But I shouldn't be complaining, there's been people at the shows
I even saw the Eiffel tower in a souvenir snowglobe
There's just a couple more and then a day off in Amsterdam
I'm gonna check into a hotel, get fixed up if I can

And oh, I promise I'll be careful
With the company I keep
And I'll hold myself together
Until I'm back on Sugar Street
Sugar Street
If you start at the beginning and you go on to the end
Sometimes a perfect stranger might end up your only friend
At first, you nod politely 'cause you're not that interested
Ask some abstract question like a bored psychiatrist
But then you get to talking 'bout the plastic in the sea
The nightmare of their childhood and reality TV
It starts to sound familiar like you're coming back to life
Make some observations, start offering advice
Always look in both directions when you go to cross the street
And if you jump off any buildings, make sure you land on your feet

And oh, promise you'll be careful
With the sympathies you seek
'Cause I know that you'll feel better
Once you're back on Sugar Street
Sugar Street

And oh, I promise I'll be careful
When I put myself to sleep
And I hope that I feel better
Once I'm back on Sugar Street
Sugar Street
Ah, Sugar Street