In night comes the calling through smooth and is followednOf quantaire of visions and hasty decisionsnAnd lives that are broken from east and from west and InCan't grope make it all of the ins and the outsnOf a world that keeps spinning while the no one is winningnThe wars that we wage on the battlefield of your mindnnI sat down with myself and I sort through my mindnAnd it happens all the timennThe congress and in roads the chased and the progressnThe lost and the dreaming theatrical leaningsnAnd millions of best friends you never knew you hadnThe good times that you feel you can't take them with younSo stick out that neck to get chopped on the blocknAnd you cash in your refund for recycled cans and can'tsnnI sat down with myself and I sort through my mindnAnd it happens all the timenCause you're using and kind and thoughts didn't follow, follow sonDo you think we're going?nAnd the deeper we're going x3nnI sat down with myself and I sort through my mindnAnd it happens all the timenDo you drank unkind? and thoughts didn't follow, follow sonDo you think we're going?nAnd the deeper we're going x2