I'm sitting here in the abandoned brain Waiting for take-off in it They say it's never going to work again But I can spare a few minutes Been here before in the abandoned brain There's flowers on all the controls The tape keeps telling me again and again That I'm the keeper of souls The wind blows hard on the abandoned brain But there's nobody thinking at all The hypothalamus is open to the rain And the leaves sweep into the hall There's no one else in the abandoned brain But that's not necessarily bad It feeds on itself, but it's not insane This brain is too old to go mad Roses bloom in the abandoned brain And thoughts run wild on the floor Like a headless corpse; a derailed train Who could ask for anything more? I'm sitting here in the abandoned brain Waiting for take-off in it They say it's never going to work again But I can spare a few minutes