Went through the tunnel, to find the light, wore sunglasses, future was so bright. Things sure are going my way, on schedule with no delay. Everyone gave me a smile, that only happens, once in awhile. Nothing today is gonna go wrong, on the radio is my favorite song. Around me the world will revolve, not a problem, I can't solve. I know the answer to your question, just using the power of suggestion. I sure feel like a winner, even had my favorite dinner. Squeezing by every road block, on schedule according to my clock. Knowing soon I'll crash and burn, up ahead will be a wrong turn. That's when ecstasy becomes reality, part of my unusual mentality. Can only be so high, for so long, I just have to play along. Feeling like a gutter ball bowler, on schedule is my bi-polar. Setting in is a dark depression, these episodes happen in succession. Afraid to leave the house, feeling lower that a baby mouse. Then again I see that shinning light, on schedule is again becomes bright.