Launching loony thoughts into the bending of your mind 

You reach for something high but it's a mountain that you find 

He's a king dust demon with an icepick smile 

His music fills your feathers as you feel your passions fly 



With the mustache man on the carpet of his van 

You can feel your fatty tissues giving way to sweaty hands 

And the woofers keep distorting and the tweeters kiss the girls 

His horn-rimmed glasses lights a square beneath his curls 



I have wasted so much time 

I have wasted so much time 



He is like a politician who is practicing a speech 

He is racing, he is pacing, he is sleeping on his beat 

As the sky begins to darken and the waves begin to roll 

You can feel the oceans rising as you're losing all control 



And meanwhile back at the Candlerock Lounge 

It is past 11:30 and your friends are getting down 

They're applying purple eyeshadow, drinking warm beer 

They're wondering where you went to when you told them you'd be here 



I have wasted so much time 

I have wasted so much time 



I have wasted so much time 

I have wasted so much time