She closed her eyes and in ten seconds flat
She was daydreaming as usual
The goofy clock on her night table
Read six-thirty-seven, she opened her
Eyes, "I'm late" she said "bye, dad". She
Slammed the front door
She stood on the sidewalk and stuck out her
Thumb
A trucker stopped, he seemed friendly enough
But he went on asking questions
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
He leered at one point "look, I'm on acid
So leave me alone, all right?"
That shut him up
She hallucinated in peace
Something fantastic is going to happen, I don't think it's up to me
She kept confusing the windows and paintings
"It's about time" she though
Something fantastic is going to happen, I don't think it's up to me
She kept confusing the windows and paintings
"It's about time" she though
Something fantastic is going to happen, I don't think it's up to me
She kept confusing the windows and paintings
"It's about time" she though