Fly, fly, fly Whatcha say? Whatcha gonna do? Change your ways Change your life Change your point of view Been so long since your feet felt the open air So far back down the line Were you even there? It's so cold The rain blows in your eyes It's so cold The days go flashing by It's so cold You've lost all track of time It's so cold You turn back into slime Dream, dream, dream Dream your life Make it up from scratch In your dream You're the star It's you who makes that catch Can't hold on Cannot grope Your fingers will not clasp Measurements fall apart The tools, you cannot grasp It's insane You must be high on pot It's insane The air this man has got It's insane The stuff you must be on It's insane You wake up and it's gone And you're on your way to work And you still can't work it out And you can't recall the details Or what it was about So you read a bunch of websites And you study archetypes But you throw away the answers 'Cause it's all a bunch of hype ♪ And you're on your way to work But you just can't work it out And you can't recall the details Or what it was about So you hustle through your mornin' And you waste your afternoon And at night you still are wonderin' If you'll dream again so soon And you lay awake and wonder And you never get your sleep 'Cause you're still waiting for the answer But you never hear a peep And you die alone and angry And you're wrapped up in a shroud And the world's far below you And your feet are in the clouds