Pleasantly removed
Into lush darkness
Into the dreamless place
I begin to sing this songStaying loud enough
To drown out any noise
In presence of strangers
I begin to sing this songIt appears to be done
For the pleasure of the doing
But I'm in no better shape
Than my fellow ridersEvery now and then
I'm slipping back again
Empty and mortal
I begin to sing this songMy mind is moving fast
Trying to make connections
Taking shortcuts
Noting eventsListing all, filing away
Along with opinions
Making connections
Taking shortcuts
Noting eventsListing all, filing away
Along with opinions
Making connections
Taking short-cuts
Noting eventsListing all, filing away
Along with opinions
Making connections
Taking shortcutsIt appears to be done
For the pleasure of the doing
But I'm in no better shape
Than my fellow ridersIt appears to be done
For the pleasure of the doing
But I'm in no better shape
Than my fellow ridersIt appears to be done
For the pleasure of the doing
But I'm in no better shape
Than my fellow ridersIt appears to be done
For the pleasure of the doing
But I'm in no better shape
Than my fellow ridersIt appears to be done
For the pleasure of the doing
But I'm in no better shape
Than my fellow riders