Time,all  the  long  red  lines,that  take
Control,of  all  th  smokelike  streams  that  flow  into  yr
Dreams,that  big  blue  open  sea,that  can't  be
Crossed,that  can't  be  climbed,just  born
Between,oh  th'two  white  lines,distant  gods  an'faded
Signs,of  all  those  blinking  lites,you  had  t'pick  the  one
tonite...
Holes,dug  by  little  moles,angry  jealous
Spies,got  telephones  for  eyes,come  t'you  as
Friends,all  those  endless  ends,that  can't  be
Tied,oh  they  make  me  laugh,an'always  make  me
Cry,til  they  drop  like  flies,an'sink  like  polished
Stones,of  all  th'stones  i  throw,how  does  that  ol'song  go
how  does  that  ol'song  go...
Bands,those  funny  little  plans,that  never  work  quite  right.