Here's the car you will be driving. Radio works.
Take the 10 out. On arriving, detour other road.
Where every sign's a carved design.
stick feather on with glue
and run amok upon the lawn
The sun comes up and it just dawned on me:
one thing's clear
the times come when all of your love is drained
I've seen this scene
I'll dream this dream and have now and then
I lose my concentration to some twister again
and I point mute in shrunken suit like all your
weathermen
now feeling wet and most alone
into this shelter I am thrown and found dumb?
at least I got this one thing clear:
the times come when all of your love is drained