No time to push the throttle
No time to kill the bottle
With every pinch the dream is true
Go flying in the green house
Pull all those painful teeth out
Go dancing in the big saloon
And every time I think you speak
There is another face before me
Do I speak like other people do
The weather is a bust this week
But I will sit inside the window
Watching all the other people move
No running in the hollow
No trail of crumbs to follow
Under the leaves a pair of shoes
Buy out another greenhouse
With the walls that I can see out
There is twist upon the truth
And every time I fall asleep
There is another sound to wake me
Does it wake the other people too
The yellow when I cross the street
The time it takes for time to take me
Everything that I could ever do
The times when other people talk to you