Из альбома: Stars and Garters
Reaching upward
I'm earthbound
Daydreamer wake me up
I'd welcome the interruption
My patience is wearing thin
On the ebb & flow
Yeah, well, I know I'm slow
Hot-tempered and legally disturbed
I'm realizing that I am chronically spaced
As long as I'm kept from laying hands on a weapon
Well then I think I'm ok
SO HA!
Be quiet I just need to hear myself -- think
Loud and uncontrolled
Totally aware that I know
But not enough to pull back
And let things go
Pushing forward
Through Hell's ground
Whirling in Sufi's dream
Pothering everything
But the action I need to get through the ebb & flow
Yeah, well, I know I'm slow
High-strung and high-waisted
If I bitch it's not earnest
I'm just unloading some weight
As long as I'm kept from laying hands on a weapon
Then maybe you'll be ok
SO HA!
Shut up I just need to hear myself -- speak
Maybe I should stop praying for a miracle
and savor every morsel that I've been served
It's all up to me
If I want to sit at the head of the table
No excuse
I've just got to join everyone at the table