Sortin' through my junk mail Pickin' up all my scraps Siftin' through this deep pile I'm checkin' out all of my traps Unpackin' my suitcase But it's already time to go A rushin' river of detail No way I can stop the flow No way I can stop the flow Don't know when it's mornin' Or when it's time to sleep Fallin' into a tunnel, boys It surely is dark and deep Take a look at me, honey Is my head spinnin' around? Are there still bones here in my body? Are my feet still touchin' the ground? Are my feet still touchin' the ground? I don't need any acid I don't need any ba** I got plenty here to amuse me And it's hidin' here behind my face The dew is heavy in the mornin' Also heavy in the dark The flowers are growin' all around me When I make my bed in the park When I make my bed in the park Little Henry, the hamster Is Henrietta today Startin' out in one direction And then comin' back the other way Someday I might burn up I might just leave a little stain Spontaneous action I'll be gone the next time it rains Gone the next time it rains Sortin' through my junk mail Pickin' up all my scraps Siftin' through my deep pile I'm checkin' out all of my traps Unpackin' my suitcase But it's already time to go A rushin' river of detail No way I can stop the flow There's no way to stop the flow