| straight old like prehistoric dinosaur bones quiet tones breathy moans in the night listening for sounds while anticipation mounts it's grounded like boulders even Atlas couldn't lift and it's lift off fly to the moon time to swoon crude who you dude mood PHEW all good things must come to an end like romeo and juliet unwanted morning comes and it's over like the millenium page turned now I'm feelin him turn away roll over face the wall it's awkward sharp sword in my gut and I'm wonderin what's going on been too long since I heard him talk |