If your head spins 'round,
try to see the ground,
if you can!
My busy eyes,
missed her flight through the sky,
as she ran!

My sensory mind's,
too old to cry,
Not ready to live,
Too strange to die,
So stop your doubts,
push the world on by,
with your hand!

It takes time to love,
an open mind to love,
And who's got time,
on their hands?

Well life can be hard,
when you're holding a card,
in some electronic hand.

You wander 'round,
from place to place,
then disappear without a trace,
And someone else,
will take your place,
In line!

Well you can fool your friends,
about the way it ends,
But you can't,
Fool yourself!

Take your head in hands,
Make your own demands,
Or you'll crystallize,
on the shelf!

The freeway's concrete way,
won't show,
You how to live,
or where to go,
And running fast,
You'll go down slow,
In the end!

And running fast,
You'll go down slow.
In the end