I'm the same as I was when I was six years old   And oh my God, I feel so damn old   I don't really feel anything   On a plane, I can see the tiny lights below   And oh my God, they look so alone   Do they really feel anything?   Oh my God, I've got to, got to, got to, got to move on   Where do you move when what you're moving from   Is yourself?   The universe works on a math equation   That never even ever really ends in the end   Infinity spirals out creation   We're on the tip of its tongue, and it is saying   We ain't sure where you stand   You ain't machines and you ain't land   And the plants and the animals, they are linked   And the plants and the animals eat each other   Oh my God, and oh my cat   I told my Dad what I need   Well, I know what I have and want   But I don't know what I need   Well, he said, he said, he said, he said   "Where we're going, I'm dead"