Fifteen hours and fifteen days Was all your fragile mind could take Before it crashed to ground Like shattered glass But I don't mind Doesn't phase me at all I'm working on my novel Feel like I'm almost done A grown man on a child's bike A radio flyer in tow strapped and stacked to high with all his shit In this haze I can barely see him at all I'm working on my novel Feel like I'm almost done Underneath the smoke screened sun Washed out like L.S.D Should have known the trip I'm on Would end with a fall Long past our days When stadiums stand rusted red Shelled and dead, shipwrecked Against the sky Still dawn cries Crimson tears for no one I'm still working on my novel Feel like in almost done I'm working on my novel Like I just begun