When there's nobody else
There's always this
And when the wind blows west
My legs will go east

Sitting in the back with a torn flannel sleeve
Listening to someone tell me what it is they believe
I start to think that if this is life, I'd rather stay asleep.

There are so many things
Which I cannot see
But oh how I try to
So desperately
Leaving me in a state of doubtful wisdom
I start to believe
That I'd have been better off if I had just stayed asleep
There aren't any **** heads like you in my dreams