Is there something you see with your hands And your face in the clouds Abusing the substance, cry like you're simple Lost in forever and 7 times apathy You can't wait for me I know You just can't wait until they fly Tomorrow's intentions are green Aren't you happy you came The patterns rolled on, shattered and born From the suburbs and so on We are not defined by the need to be vital But the need to be pacified and so do I So I close the garage and I sit in my car But I can seem to reach for the key Did I smile and remember my psychedelic Daydreams in 11th grade history You can't wait for me I know You just can't wait until they fly Tomorrow's intentions are green like an island, Have you fallen behind by your own design They were inclined not to let you know You were sacred, you were on your own