[Verse 1]
Tried some bad meditation, sittin' up in the dark
They say to picture an island, 'cause that's one place to start
I guess I could count my blessings, I don't sleep in the park
With all my earthly possessions in one old shopping cart

[Chorus]
No, I'm up in the penthouse
On a big feather bed
Is it too late to fixate
On that instead?

[Verse 2]
My wife takes a vacation, one she can't afford
I go fishin' the alleys for someone to escort
No, I don't mind the money, it beats bettin' on sports
And though it might get expensive, it's cheaper than divorce

[Chorus]
And I love her torn stockings
And her lipstick of red
Is it too late to fixate
On her instead?

[Bridge]
"You know you're my favorite"
She says when we're through
Some parts are off limits
But I'd give them to you
[Verse 3]
Where the hell was Dock Ellis when I gave up that hit?
Where was Timothy Leary when reality bit?
Who's the new Dalai Lama, that shy little kid?
With no room in his body where a stranger could live

[Chorus]
I can't blame him for dreamin'
He'll sleep when he's dead
Is it too late to fixate
On that instead?
Is it too late to fixate
On that instead?