I woke up late one stormy night;nI didn't realize it was morn.nIt was late, I had a bitenOf the rain before i drove offnnOh yeahnAll rightnnThe thunder hit my lovely car;nIt started rattling around.nIt made me late again to work,nSo they said I needed to get help.nnI needed help, they thought,nThey thought but really they did notnnThey made me take my lovely carnThrough the soaking rain of wetnTo where they thought they'd find some wallsnThat could conceal their problem.nnI went through all the big white doorsnInto pallid rooms all filled with snow.nThrough colorless corridors without ends,nAnd big black lines all through the floor.nnThey put my brain into a vice,nStarted picking it apart.nThey gave me all kinds of advice;nIt all soaked in like rain in a sponge.nnThey let their white gowns clothe the cracksnOf all the cold and separate tiles.nThey started dancing around my headnAnd said that I had just gone wild.nnI was wild;nI'm not a child,nAnd i always wear a shirt.nnI came home late one starry night;nMy head had falled all apart.nnI felt it crawling up my chestnAnd then it wrapped around my, my heart.nnI thought I might sit down to write a songnTo help me find a way to start again...