Album: The Men Who Loved Music
At the side of the man with the torpedo cigar
From the tanning salon to the back of his car
You don’t even notice
You don’t even notice
Like a princess in a candy store
You look around for two minutes then you say you’re bored
But you don’t even notice
You don’t even notice
Like everybody in this universe
You say it’s horrible and it’s getting worse
But you don’t even notice
You don’t even notice
But way down below you all those tiny spots
Are growing and moving to a bigger sandbox
And they’re on their way
And one of these somedays
When you’ve drugged yourself comatose
That’s when you swear that you feel the most
But you don’t even notice
You don’t even notice
And it can get all over your face
But 'til it hits you in another place
You won’t even notice
You won’t even notice