There's no window in this room   Not that I really miss the view   It's just that I may soon forget the way the grass looks when it's wet      It seems too sad to call this home   However, I had time to think about the past and write this song   I'm running out of ink      I'm trying hard to read your mind   Built a machine to travel time   "Blessing the globe with pestilence"   This is my magic residence      It seems too sad to call this home   However, I had time to think   The medication does not work   There's poison in my drink      "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep, if I   should die before I wake, then that's just my luck"      They never told me they were going to put me away   I'm not crazy I tell you!   I'm not insane!      I made a magic wand today   Maybe I'll wish myself away   Next to the ocean where birds sing   "These are a few of my favorite things"      It seems too sad to call this home   However, I had time to think about the past and what went wrong   I'm running out of ink!      Oh the sickness the sadness I can't think I can't think