Is there something you see with your hands    and your face in the clouds   Abusing the substance, cry like you're simple    Lost in forever and 7 times apathy      You can't wait for me I know   You just can't wait until they fly   Tomorrow's intentions are green   Aren't you happy you came      The patterns rolled on, shattered and born    from the suburbs and so on   We are not defined by the need to be vital   but the need to be pacified and so do I      So I close the garage and I sit in my car   but I can seem to reach for the key   Did I smile and remember my psychedelic   daydreams in 11th grade history      You can't wait for me I know   You just can't wait until they fly   Tomorrow's intentions are green like an island,    have you fallen behind by your own design   They were inclined not to let you know   You were sacred, you were on your own