All I have is a maxon and a five wat amp
No none volt, now I walk to the store
Should be taping boxes, gotta move some things

Keep promises and calendars

But I slip off into dreamland,
The waking kind, the walking of the clearing mind
I need some margin, room to think
One more day I'm on the break

Too many questions i'm slow to react,
I Run to dreams and run from facts
Something hurts I don't know what it is,
Let it all fall apart

But I slip into pictures that never were
And coulden't happen in this world
I always think that chance will nod at me
turn the blind, I wave the fee

I should hurry but I take my time
It keeps the panic level low
Don't have pitty but have sympathy
You never know how it will go

But I slip off into dreamland,
the waking kind, the walking of the clearing mind
I need some margin room to think
One more day I'm on the break

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