| There’s rumbling in the head again
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| Inside the head there lived a brain
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| Inside the brain there lived a dream
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| That shot 'round like a laser beam
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| Along nerve endings and synapses
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| Past the room for memory lapses
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| Bought about by alcohol
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| That causes all the self-collapses
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| Now, that dream’s not the only one
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| I had plenty more when I was young
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| But I grew up in a big hurry
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| And then one day I start to worry that
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| I’m gonna be a goner before I read all the books I wanna
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| If I plant a tree now it’ll be fully grown
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| Long after I’m just dust and bone and
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| Now I can’t sleep, it’s already 3 AM
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| And I’m lying here dividing sheep by the square root of ten
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| So I gave away my clothes to charity
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| I turned off my TV for clarity
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| But somedays I still envy those
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| Walking around wearing my clothes
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| So i’ll just plant a tree i’ll never see grow
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| Put a seed in the ground where no one’ll know
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| Gonna make my plan when the morning breaks
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| But I just don’t know how long it’ll take
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| I keep hearing voices and ringing phones
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| But i’m staring down a highway all alone
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| With just the company of my stomach rumble
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| But I feel OK, it makes me humble
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| Without a load that I must carry
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| Or a bump in the road to make to tarry
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| Just a pile of ashes from the miles I’ve burned and everything i’ve learned
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| What have I learned?
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| Don’t walk in front of cars or behind horses
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| Cats don’t drink milk out of flying saucers
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| Green means go
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| Yellow: go faster
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| Red means stop or financial disaster
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| And don’t ever underestimate the fitness of a determined Jehovas witness
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| And don’t ever take for granted what grew from every kiss you planted
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| If a heart can break then a heart can feel
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| It’s enough to know that you’re alive and real
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| Not a rattle and bounce in a little white ball
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| Not a number on a roulette wheel
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| And hair it turns grey and skin it turns to leather
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| But the best thing about growing old is we all do it together
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| So i’ll just plant a tree i’ll never see grow
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| Put a seed in the ground where no one’ll know
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| Gonna make my plan when the morning breaks
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| But i’m just don’t know how long it’ll take
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| They say that a love that’s shared is a love that’s carried
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| All the way to the church where you’ll be married
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| And it’s a long long way alter alter and you don’t have the time to falter
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| Love will always come and go I hope
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| But sometimes love goes up in smoke
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| And you’re left there with the greedy ghost
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| And just when you need them most
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| Some of your friends have disappeared
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| And others started acting weird
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| And you laying in your bed with an awful feeling
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| Till you’ve learnt by heart all the cracks in the ceiling
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| And you think 'Oh god I just related to that awful love song I always hated'
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| And the past it all becomes distorted like it was broke before you bought it
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| Remember, you’re the one who paid
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| For the pin out of the hand grenade
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| It’s up to you to leave your room
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| But don’t forget to bring your spade
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| So you can plant a tree you’ll never see grow
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| Put a seed in the ground where no one’ll know
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| Gonna make my plan forever to roam
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| Gonna feed my nan in the nursing home
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| Gonna make that plan when the morning breaks
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| But I just don’t know how long that’ll take |