Sad Professor (Live In Studio Version)

Sad Professor (Live In Studio Version) - R.E.M.

If we're talking about

Love

Then

I have to

Tell you

Dear readers

I'm not sure

Where I'm

Headed

I've

Gotten

Lost before

I've woke up stone drunk

Face down in the floor

Late afternoon

The house is hot

I started I jumped up

Everyone hates a bore

Everybody hates a drunk

This may be a lit invention

Professors muddled in their intent

To try to rope in

Followers

To float

Their mal content

As for this reader I'm

Already spent

Late afternoon

The house is hot

I started I jumped up

Everyone hates a sad professor

I hate where I wound up

Dear readers

My apologies I'm drifting in

And out of sleep

Long silence presents the tragedies

Of love note the age get afraid

The surface hazy with

Attendant thoughts

A lazy eye metaphor on the rocks

Late afternoon

The house is hot

I started I jumped up

Everyone hates a bore

Everybody hates a drunk

Everyone hates a sad professor

I hate where I wound up

I hate where I wound up