Someone is talking at me, sounds like a radio I hear the words, what they mean I don't know Dazed and confused and lined up for the freak show I've got a ticket but the line moves too slow I put my faith in things I can't see Sooner or later that'll do for me The wolves are howling and the wind starts to blow I'm want to look but I can't find a window Everyone else is crossing over the picket line And we think that we're all having such a good time I put my faith in things I can't see Sooner or later that'll do for me good god where did the time go good god where did my mind go I'm just staring out the window