Four straight hours on a cross-country train. I’ve got nothing to do, and nothing to complain. You put it down. Put it down. You have some serious fun with the serious kids, putting all kinds of pressure on a shoe that doesn’t fit you. Put it down. Put it down.

Dream away the universe of universal truths, for seconds may be hours, if you choose the right component of your blues. Dream away the universe of universal truths, for ours may be second if you choose the wrong components of your truths.

I’ll have some serious fun with your serious flaws. You know what’ll happen when duty calls: you put it down. Put it down. It’s raining for as far as I can see, but no one seems to bother except for me. I better put it down. I better put it down.

If written-down language leaves room for interpretation, just imagine what your eyes could do! For hours, maybe seconds, of miscommunication I looked up to your face for a worthwhile explanation.

Four straight hours on a cross-country train. I’ve got nothing to do, but i guess it’s better to complain. I better put it down.