Field Mouse Netsuke
See now, that wasn't so bad
It's always worse when you think about it
Hold it in on the ride home
Set your watch, eyes on the moon
Someday when all the things you used to dream
Are lived out or buried underground
You won't remember how the fear felt
Only what you didn't do
Tell them what you need
You can't please everybody all the time
Hold still for the day
Go to school and watch the hours tick away
Someday when all the things you used to dream
Are lived out or buried underground
And you remember the weight of the imaginary ties
I guess they were right
Dreaming in the bathtub of what came before
There is always something, something more
Dreaming in the bathtub of what things are in store
One step to close the window
And two steps out the door
