We skip the lightTurned cartwheels across the floorI was feeling kind of seasickCrowd called out for moreThe room was swimming harderAs the ceiling flew awayWhen we called out for another dreamThe waiter brought a trainAnd so it was that laterAs the miller told his taleThat her face at first just ghostlyTurned a wider shade of paleHe said there is no reasonAnd the truth is plain to seeBut I wandered through my plane carsAnd would not let her beOne of sixteen vestal virginsWho are leaving for the coastAnd although my eyes were openThey might just as well beInclosedAnd so it was that laterThat the miller told his taleThat her face at first just ghostlyTurned a wider shade of paleAnd so it was that laterThe room was swimming harderI don't knowThat's the way I'm told