Nothing seems to be happening Except a shift in your world A desrt walk and a sand storm A ball of dirt in my throat
I know you're happy And that's lovely It wont keep me complete And I saw us In twenty years time In the midwest You in your best dress
A little older than before To see you now such a chore But when I'm close confide my heart You talk of him and I just dies
Just let me meet this guy See he don't appreciate you I know you realise that soon Pistons run out of juice Isn't that great news To go with my dead head blues
