Days pass by so quickly    When your brain goes south   You say that I look sickly   It's the foam around my mouth      Do I remember when it was springtime   Braiding daisies in my hair?   Now it's December...I stand on the freeway   In my soiled underwear      I don't care if you're beautiful and young   Your day will come   You sing in the rain and run with the sun   But your day will come      Your day will come   Yes, it's true   'Cos it's not your teeth that are decaying   It's you      There's a light burning so blinding   At the tollbooth up above   And it might be even more frightening   If I could remember who I was