Bag of Cats

There's a wealth of opportunity clinging to the world
You'll never find a better place to die
Love walks down the street
With the kind of missing teeth you laugh about, laugh about

Look at all the loneliness sneaking through our dreams
Little bugs that bang into the light
Love will find a way
At least that's what you say to kid around, kid around
Kid around, kid around, kid around

Treat an opportunity like it's treating you
Another plum thumbing for a ride
Love is only fair
'Til all its favorite hair is falling out, falling out
Falling out, falling out, falling out

Let's laugh at ourselves when we listen again
It'll blend with the sound of the rain
Let's paint with our blood, draw some lines in the sand
If the wind isn't blowing our way

Let's say what's on our minds like we know how we feel
And just what we're feeling it for
Like life isn't right outside the door
With its bag of cats

Think of all the beautiful people saying please
If you're gonna do something, do it right
Love is in the air
I couldn't tell you where but it's around

A wealth of opportunity keeps clinging to the world
We've blown a million kisses in the sky
Love has no regrets
Or it hasn't had one yet to talk about, talk about
Talk about, talk about, talk about