If your head spins round
try to see the ground if you can
My busy eyes missed her path
through the air as she ran
My sensory mind
is too old to cry
Not ready to live
and too strange to die
So stop your doubt
push the world on by
With your hand
It takes time to love
and open minds to love
And who's got time
on their hands
Well life can be hard
when you're holes in a card
In some electronic hand
You'll wander around
from place to place
Disappear without a trace
And someone else
will take your place In line
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You can fool your friends
about the way it ends
But you can't fool yourself
Take your head in hand
and make your own demands
Or you'll crystallize
on the shelf
The freeway's concrete way
won't show
You where to run or how to go
And running fast
you'll go down slow in the end
Running fast you'll go down
slow in the end