I slept straight through to eight a. m.. That same old lame alarm clock excuse just ain't gonna work again. I light a Marlboro for breakfast. On my way out the door.
Rainstorm, brainstorm, faces in the maelstrom. Huddle by the puddles in the shadows where the drains run. Hot dogs, wet clogs clicking up the sidewalk.
Dancing, oh dancing on border lines of time. Dancing, oh dancing on the border lines of time. How the problems forget me, oh oh, yeah, oh, oh.