As your body floats down Third Street. With the burn-smell factory closing up. Yes it's sad to say you will romanticize. All the things you've known before.
I remember the year I went to camp. I heard about some lady named Selma and some blacks. Somebody put their fingers in the President's ears. It wasn't too much later they came out with Johnson's wax.
Piece of dirt, that is all I'm standing on today. Piece of dirt, the whole world has slipped away. I would climb the highest mountain just to jump into a fountain.
Particle man, particle man. Doing the things a particle can. What's he like?. It's not important. Particle man. Is he a dot, or is he a speck?. When he's underwater.
The possible dream. Finale of scene. The moment that some call eternal that some call insane. Now helmets on each head awaiting the first lead. The pageant is named the pencil rain.