One the morning of June 14, 1968. A group of hippies fled into the mountains of Colorado. To wait for doomsday. . Four months and eight days. Been waiting here.
Off the pillow and into the air. I'm ready 'cause it's my day. Situation, it's all possible. Everything is going my way. . My, my Metrocard. My, my Metrocard.
The phone keeps ringing and it just won't stop. There's a paper napkin in my coffeepot. People freaking out on me left and right. My head feels heavy but my feet feel light.