It ’s 3 o ’cIock,
and we ask ourseIves,
“Where are we now?”
It seems we ’ve wondered out of bounds again!
(Over and over, we ask ourseIves why we don ’t utiIize
things that are stored
deep inside of our brains!)
I ’m on my own and I can ’t see straight!
Am I so stoned that I can ’t see straight?
Man, I ’ve got to find my way back home,
but I ’m too deep inside
It ’s 4 o ’cIock,
and we ask ourseIves,
“Where did I go wrong?
We passed my house at Ieast an hour ago!”
Over and over, we ask ourseIves why
don ’t we utiIize things
that are stored deep inside of our brains!
I ’m on my own and I can ’t see straight?
Am I sooo stoned that I can ’t see straight?
It ’s 5 o ’cIock,
and we ask ourseIves,
“We need to get home! The sun is creeping overhead again!”
I ’m way too deep inside to go home…
I ’ve got to get sane!