Coming up I’m coming round
I’m listening to the sound
Of my head as it hums
To the beating of the drum
And it don’t pause not for air
Take a breath it’s still there
It keeps on rolling on
Yeah it keeps on rolling on

The spin makes me weak
Around the bend I hug the bank
Until I drift off again
On the slant of someone’s pen
Or the bubbling of a child
Oh I know we’re bound to try
To give love a brand new smile
A cripple curse on my jaded lies

I’m playing tricks on my mind
Until it does what I like
Till my rambles don’t exist
Except as songs that don’t make sense
But to me they do
Oh they’re my stepping stones to you
And everything you give me I want to give you back
Everything you give me I want to give you back

I’ve gotta run around
To keep my head up off the ground
And the sun in its place
It drips when I wait
Or try to kill the time
Sometimes there’s so much killing time
Let’s hang it by the sleeves
And spin it round until it’s dry
Cuff links are a pretty noose to hang from
Time to time

I wanna build a treehouse in my mind
Where I can hide
A place where I can rest
Before I take another leap
Back into the mess of interweaving strings and ties
But it always seems so perfect when I see the strings and ties
I wanna wrap them tight around me all those strings and ties
And pinball bouncing off the sides