I?m a breather, mail receiver   Ad I don?t know where I stand   Not since someone informed me   That my house was built on sand   And it?s not the earth beneath me   It?s just the concept of the land      And I?m standing on the corner   When the buildings, they all fell   And you blink once you?re a goner   Everything just goes pell-mell      It?s a real hard sell, my conceptual hell   Not even good for kindling, no   When the buildings, they all fell      And I?m a breather, mail receiver   Bottom feeder just getting by   And you know it?s all just part of the course   But you blame it on some non existent force   Oh yeah, of course, you know you can?t ride   The concept of the horse but still I try      In a carton desert landscape   With a pair of Acme jet skates   Focused on my destination   I seem to have forgot my station   Now it?s time to face the nation      And I?m riding to meet you   On a brown gray speckled mare   But there?s something that unnerves me   Like I'm riding on thin air   These few doubts disserve me   Thinking no one really cares      And I?m jumping over fences   On this obstacle course   But it seems I?m getting nowhere   On the concept of the horse      It?s a real hard sell, my conceptual hell   Not even good for kindling, no   When the buildings, they all fell      And I?m a breather, bottom feeder   How many liters must I imbibe?   And you know it?s all just part of the course   But you blame it on some non existent force   Oh yeah, of course, you know you can?t ride   The concept of the horse but still I try