I've seen the dreams come true of friends who knew that two by two they'd say "I do" on some day. It seems that they've got more than me. It seems that they've got everything. I've also seen the magazines the dude who's opposite me's reading on the subway. They seem to come in packs of three. He's sheepishly avoiding me. Is there a star who says, It's possible my standards are impossibly high, while shining down its light to us below? You can speed your car through all the hospital signs, plow into the OR without waiting in line, but there's other places I think I'd rather go. So let's get on with the scheduled show.

We bothered with a chorus, the Man's still choosing to ignore us, this will never sell. An outro and an intro: Do you know where a bridge goes? But the ones that stand before us are the ones that do adore us, who needs anything else? It's a banishment of limbo. It's like opening a window. Is there a star who says, It's possible my standards are impossibly high, while shining down its light to us below? You can speed your car through all the hospital signs, plow into the OR without waiting in line, but there's other places I think I'd rather go. So let's get on with the scheduled show. Let's get on with being blissfully unknown.