We've got to patch it up baby. Before we fall apart at the seams. We've got to patch it up baby. In the time we travel in our dreams. Let's go back and test it again. One more ride is all I ask
Verse 1. Use the eyes of the owl. The sour patch kids got me out of wack. And out of gas. The hour glass spills as I'm left on the vasey without a vest. Lost my train of thought. My brain can
