Restorations 800
You call in, 800
You tell them your new name
Slice it down the middle
Your burned out eyes burn into mine
It's all gone in the middle of the night
When we're all just going by feel
I wish I knew what it was but it just keeps flying away
I wish I knew what it was but I get so carried away
Moving faintly in the distance
Your small voice like a squall
You know they were walking over water
Well before your age
So you toast to the heavens that you made it this far
You're a jam band playing outside in the middle of March
You'll fall on your face for the third time tonight
And you'll be fine
