Type A , Type T ,
Call it what you will
Dead calm, snake charm,
Just can t get my fill
I can t say that I don t scare -
But that just turns me on
So hard to lay in bed, idling, while the world keeps turning
Down time is for the dead - sleep is time lost forever
Some suspect a wild hair,
A wild hair
Up there
Solid man, humanitarian,
Boy, how I try
But my weeds impede
The path on that clim
Everything that is clear to me
Are things that no one sees
What others understand only serves to confuse me
Whatever others dread never fails to ignite me
Some suspect a wild hair,
A wild hair
Oh, yeah
Why can t I let up?
My neck s as stiff as stone
One whiff o new land -
And I m gone