Look for me to climb fallen trees in yellow summer look for me in wide falling fields of bohemia all awake with a heavy hand holding me down I stay all awake in the only fear of falling hall of fame we're all awake
I'm afraid of a sure thing of a change in the here and now and the force when it hits me the full weight of it when I'm down The fucking air in the city when the phase-shifting sign is off
I could settle down then take it slow do the right thing and gain twenty pounds before next spring when senses are dull and I hear the rain will fall for sure that would be something soulful
Though the sign says "Monterey: forty light years from right here, " We'll go anyway got a head start on the clouds as the view, dream-like, rolls away, while every song you hate is playing