I want to quit, but every time I'm at the end of my rope
Well I find there's another rope
Another circle of fifths, another hope
Another letter for the printing press to dry-clean
Another blip another bloom inside this beautiful machine
I want the truth the whole and nothing but the truth
But every time I get a clue I want for proof
Another neverending story in the hunt for mother goose
Another book for the executives to deep fry
Another reason to have Christmas on the 4th of July
You want to jet but every compa** point's magnetic, and everything's so Copacetic where you're at
Another impossible dream another flat paperback
Another explosion for the industry to shrink wrap
Another way to end the day, another fade to black