dad said son i threw out your cards
i wept and cried with tears
then my head
got smashed
in tree
along with all my dreams
lost in time
  
well it caught up
paid for all my demons
could die wasted
plastered faces
seen with broken miles
  
drove my cab
three million miles
three million miles
demensions
dementations
jim, harold, patrick
gone forever
well, maybe not
  
spock, can you hear me
I gave up on destiny
and shooting stars
and all that misery
  
I learn to dry my tears
upon the open wind
and wash my mind
with breath of broken sea
  
and now i've got to go
charge the three point per
and the extras keep coming
yeah the extras keep coming
to keep me
they make me sleepy
but i don't sleep