Last hand I shook, was a boat that floated on
Praise the sight
Someone dropped a ball on me
Damn the wind
Giving
Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go
We got road, we got time
So we're out of here
We
The colors are flowing from the wall to the floor
And
The horizon breaks to pieces
And the mainline is the twilight
And
You got wings on your fingers
In the middle of a
Every thought's a game
A pack of chimps I cannot tame
You're
Mother master, some things must be
Plastic master, this is for
Why must I move so slow?
In my heart I can't