some crazy fucker carved a sculpture out of butter 

and propped it up in the middle of the bonanza breakfast bar 

and i am stuffing toast and sausage into my pockets 

under a sign that says grand opening 

while my dog is waiting in the car



i wake up, i check out 

i fill the tank and wash the windshield clean 

then i'm back out on the highway 

and BANG that's when i remember my dream: 



we were standing in a garden 

and i had a machine that made silence 

it just sucked up the whole opinionated din 

and there were no people on the payroll 

and there were no monkeys on our backs 

and i said, show me what you look like 

without skin



science chases money 

and money chases its tail 

and the best minds of my generation

can't make bail 

but the bacteria are coming to take us down

that's my prediction

it's the answer to this culture

of the quick fix prescription 



but in the garden of simple

where all of us are nameless

you were never anything but beautiful to me

and, you know, they never really owned you

you just carried them around 

and then one day you put 'em down 

and found your hands were free



so now it's early in the morning 

at the longitude of memphis 

and the sun is setting sweetly on hong kong

and the big plan is just to keep spinning 

cuz the big bang is only just beginning 

and sometimes it's all that we can do just to hang on 



and what i meant to say is xxoo which means i'm thinking of ya 

which means i've been thinking of you 

all along