It's okay that you forget. It's alright that you don't
Wanna remember. In your hands you've got a
Martyr's head, in your mind, I know that's what you
Wish you were. Turn my blue sky black, you're such
A hard luck baby. Yeah. That's what's the matter, with you
But I could sleep through this. I am mystified as I
Am in it. If that's your ride, well then you ought to get
It. It's just as if I wasn't dreaming. It's all the same
'cause I still wake up screaming. Turn my blue sky
Black... You're pilgrim in the boxcar. You can never
Look back too far. You can't ever look back
Turn my blue... I could sleep through anything