The Orient. And The Gatsby's Slew Of Choices

Couldn't leave well enough alone
You were right, I'm wrong
Couldn't leave the well alone
She called me on the phone
It was just a little friendly cry
My middle aches, can you make me fly?
So many thoughts in so little time
'Cause their pain is their crime
Sell my car to the moving man
I'm the sea and you're Japan
No great morning, no rising sun
No Gatsby in me I'm running from
Like a whisper in a lonely town
You brush it off, but it's so loud
That's your ticker, wishing don't give up
This is more than can fill you up
More than this I would ask in turn
Minds too busy to stop and learn
Slight of hand and a gentle push
The lines of promise turn to crush
Sell my car to the moving man
I'm the sea and you're Japan
No great morning, no rising sun
No Gatsby in me I'm running from
It's funny how the kids rise
And pull on my disguise
They are warped outside and in
What's my muse? It's their sin
Walking backwards face-first into my past
As I refuse to be lied against
I am a well-dressed man in a larger house
It's so quiet
Sell my car to the moving man
I'm the sea and you're Japan
No great morning, no rising sun
No Gatsby in me I'm running from