If i lay down On an escalator Would you step on me Just a rug Tired of hugs and relaxation I've given up On my autobiography Cold coffee and a pillow Days that feel slow Are enough for me If i gave in To the corporate tactics Would you say that i Jeopardized All that i once believed in Has come untied Teddy Roosevelt - "I cannot speak softy" Cold coffee and a pillow Days that feel slow Are enough for me Do you ever think about the future What holds those invisible sutures together Is the doctor in Whatever happened to spontaneity It's my deity And i'm in charge of me Let's see how far we can walk with our eyes closed Each step raises the bar of uncertainty But fortunately Our feet are wheels that ride the maze That is my life my hour my days Let's take the escalator up We've been living in a cup that's china-made I drank the kool aid I paid too much for And more is just a bore Of plastic happiness Let's get rid of the rest of this Twist yourself to hear the truth Your laundry list is so uncouth Of things been checked off Forgotten or left off And all the lights you never turned off And i'm the man who pays If i lay down Would you pick me or Would you step on me We're out of toilet paper again All this talk about the end is eating me up Would you please shut up We've had enough Of the apocalypse And its making me sick and i cannot predict The ending of my favorite show Or was it a book in slow motion Like Captain Cook on the Indian Ocean Eaten alive and great history lies in you and I And I think that's ok