Gonna pick up my bag

Gonna run straight home

When the police come knocking (tell 'em)

That I never left the front door

This fabric has faded

There'll be no renaissance

Too many winos in the park man

You know that their brains are doing somersaults



Could've been a day from Sunday

Could've been Tuesday last

Could've been everything that I wanted

You know that it was everything that I had

I'm dripping dime size drops



Now the glass it is empty

It is no longer discreet

Last point of entry did me

Now I just can't compete

I wish that it would stop

You could drive a truck right through it

52 steps until I drop

There ain't no way to prove it



Now the ashes have fallen

Pave the way for the speed

Last point of entry did me

I still can't compete