So I'm there charging around with a juggernaut brownOverdraft, speeches and deadlines to makenCramming commitments like cats in a sacknTelephone burn and a purposeful gaitnnWhen out of a doorwaynThe tentacles stretch of a song that I knownAnd the world moves in slow-monStraight to my head like the first cigarette of the daynnAnd it's you and it's menAnd we're sleeping through the daynAnd I'm five years agonAnd three thousand miles awaynnDo I have time? A man of my caliber stood in the streetnLike a sleepwalking teenager I knownAnd I dealt with this years agonI took a hammer to every mementonnBut image on image like beads on a rosarynPulled through my head as the music takes holdnAnd the sickener hits, I can work till I breaknBut I love the bones of you that I will never escapennAnd it's you and it's menAnd we're sleeping through the daynAnd I'm five years agonAnd three thousand miles awaynnAnd I can't move my armnFor the fear that you will wakenAnd I'm five years agonAnd three thousand miles awaynnAnd I'm five years agonAnd three thousand miles awaynAnd I'm five years agonAnd three thousand miles awaynnAnd it's you and it's menAnd we're sleeping through the daynAnd I'm five years agonAnd three thousand miles away