(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster) Poor paper pilot try to get ahead of time Pin you down, speed it up just obey the signs In the middle of the night Do the cryptic voices ever sleep? Had a mind of your own, gave it all away Keeping pace with the pain, never learned to play In the middle of your isolation Do you shoot sorrow in your veins? Alexander, always worried Why are you in such a hurry? Up against the wall with a honey-tounged fate Bleed you dry, burn you out, make you feel the weight In the middle od a secret garden Soemthing inside is breaking down Alexander, always worried Why are you in such a hurry? Take a look at yourself Alexander Living like a no-man's-lander Better take what they hand ya Nobody's ever gonna try to understand you Alexander Slow down Alexander Slow down Alexander Slow down Alexander Slow down, slow down -------------------------------------------------------------------------------