Reaching upward, I'm earthbound
Daydreamer wake me up
I'd welcome the interruption
My patience is wearing thin
On the ebb and flow
Yeah, well, I know I'm slow
Hot-tempered and legally disturbed
I'm realizing that I am chronically spaced
As long as I'm kept from laying hands on a weapon
Well then I think I'm okay So Ha
Be quiet, I just need to hear myself think
Loud and uncontrolled
Totally aware that I know
But not enough to pull back
And let things go
Pushing forward through hell's ground
Whirling in Sufi's dream, pothering everything
But the action I need to get through the ebb and flow
Yeah, well, I know I'm slow
High-strung and high-waisted if I bitch
It's not earnest, I'm just unloading some weight
As long as I'm kept from laying hands on a weapon
Then maybe you'll be okay So Ha
Shut up, I just need to hear myself speak
Maybe I should stop praying for a miracle
And savor every morsel that I've been served
It's all up to me if I want to sit at the head of the table
No excuse, I've just got to join everyone at the table