Tim O'brien No Way To Stop The Flow
Sortin' through my junk mail
Pickin' up all my scraps
Siftin' through this deep pile
I'm checkin' out all of my traps
Unpackin' my suitcase
But it's already time to go
A rushin' river of detail
No way I can stop the flow
No way I can stop the flow
Don't know when it's mornin'
Or when it's time to sleep
Fallin' into a tunnel, boys
It surely is dark and deep
Take a look at me, honey
Is my head spinnin' around?
Are there still bones here in my body?
Are my feet still touchin' the ground?
Are my feet still touchin' the ground?
I don't need any acid
I don't need any bass
I got plenty here to amuse me
And it's hidin' here behind my face
The dew is heavy in the mornin'
Also heavy in the dark
The flowers are growin' all around me
When I make my bed in the park
When I make my bed in the park
Little Henry, the hamster
Is Henrietta today
Startin' out in one direction
And then comin' back the other way
Someday I might burn up
I might just leave a little stain
Spontaneous action
I'll be gone the next time it rains
Gone the next time it rains
Sortin' through my junk mail
Pickin' up all my scraps
Siftin' through my deep pile
I'm checkin' out all of my traps
Unpackin' my suitcase
But it's already time to go
A rushin' river of detail
No way I can stop the flow
There's no way to stop the flow
