Follow the distant beam of light. A jab of neon floods my weary eyes. It illuminates my soul reasons why. I'm heading your way with the traffic on my side.
I wander hopelessly, trying to think about me. But I'm trying to forget the things that dwell on me. Signal a horse to the wind and sit in the comfortable tree.
City headache subside your deary talk. Send a doctor to my house. Got me a fever coming 'round the bend. A heavy bus load of danger. . Straight talking, you're sending me to bed.