I'm collected enough

It goes right above your head uh huh it does

To know when I'm getting off

It goes right above your head uh huh it does

It goes right above my head and there it goes

Down my throat into my legs until it spoils

And turns to letters bubblin up and hoppin out of my mouth

onto the streets before assembling and cryin out

I ain't comin back I hate feelin alone 

I hate feelin alone I ain't coming back

I'll be thinking of the good to come

I'll be thinking of the good while I'm home


How could you never come back again

How could you never come back

And why don't you ever come round no more

How come you ever do that

And why don't you ever just sleep at night

How come you can't sleep well when I'm around


If I don't ever stop I'll keep getting along

I'll keep getting along if I don't ever stop


I've been thinking of a world to call

I've been thinking of a world to call our own