The Bitch is Back (Alternate Version)

Oceans shine in the fog of the morning, waiting until forever to be seen

Do your crazy dance, give no signs, give no warnings, while you're waiting tables and living in a dream

Sunshine gal, in the dawn, in the daylight, playing savvy on my old guitar

She's my friend, my pal, she's a father and playwright, crying madly in the backseat of her car

Now the bitch is back and she's here to stay. She's so damn hard to talk to and hold on to

Now the bitch is back, every sunny day, in her bathing suit. I need her, I want to be her

Now the bitch is back and she's in my head. She's so damn hard just to sing to and try to cling to

Now the bitch is back, every starry night, in a turtleneck. I see her, I want to be her

Now the bitch is back and she's in my head. She's so damn hard just to sing to and try to cling to

Oceans, baby, in the grass, in the farmland, while the jukebox are singing out of sight