Of all the times
I remember stiffening our necks
Staring straight ahead
Far too stoned to spend
Time and it flew a little way too fast
And then it came to me:

That once we go outside, we take off!

A mystery. A story to compel
Some time left alone
To think about what’s left
I wanted every move to be direct
And it still came to me:

That once we go outside
We’ll be faking all this bullshit vacancy
Where it counts to be as distinct as the same
Where the sounding of alarming goes in tune with a knife and we’re stabbing all the backs of friends of mine

For all the times you stick around
And always keeping me around
We’ll walk arm in arm again
And show off all the great again