Potential, well, you're a loaded line   The veil between the world and the faceless bride   There's nothing yet but a bunch of white   Oh potential, well, you're a loaded line      Tomorrow, well, I'll wait for you   Laying right here floating in this swimming pool   There's a lot of things I got left to do   Oh tomorrow, but I'll wait for you      The days keep slipping down into the cracks   It takes a while to realize where you're at      Slowly (so slowly)   Slowly (so slowly)   Slowly, it's slowly ending      Dementia, you better treat me good   The human race is in its second childhood   I never learn but I understood   Oh dementia, you better treat me good      Sometimes I need a place to go   Classical music plays from the radio   I sit real still, let my shadow grow   Yeah, sometimes I need a place to go      My mind keeps slipping back into the past   I hope someday that I can get it back      Slowly (so slowly)   Slowly (so slowly)   Slowly, they're slowly ending   So slowly      Slowly (so slowly)   Slowly (so slowly)   Slowly, it's slowly ending      And soon that train is going to pull away   I hear it whistling, I try to wave at a glowing face   They can't tell who I am      Slowly (so slowly)   Slowly (so slowly)   Slowly, it's slowly ending