All I have is a maxon and a five wat amp No none volt, now I walk to the store Should be taping boxes, gotta move some things All I have is a maxon and a five wat amp No none volt, now I walk to the store Should be taping boxes, gotta move some things Keep promises and calendars But I slip off into dreamland The waking kind, the walking of the clearing mind I need some margin, room to think One more day I'm on the break Too many questions i'm slow to react I Run to dreams and run from facts
Something hurts I don't know what it is Let it all fall apart But I slip into pictures that never were And coulden't happen in this world I always think that chance will nod at me Turn the blind, I wave the fee I should hurry but I take my time It keeps the panic level low Don't have pitty but have sympathy You never know how it will go But I slip off into dreamland The waking kind, the walking of the clearing mind I need some margin room to think One more day I'm on the break