Don't look up too quick   You'll see the sky is falling down on you   And when you run on empty   The ground will wait to swallow you      I have a dream returning every night   The goal is out of reach but still in sight   I'm getting thin but grinning every day   I run on empty too much, it's just my way      And in all your dreams doesn't it seem   That you're wearing lead boots, growing tree routes, caught in quicksand?    I can see ahead the end of the line   This is some kind of meltdown just in time   I see declining empires fade away   The games were getting ugly anyway