I got something, that you never would believe I go sailing, off the coast of memory And I don't know what I'm feeling I'm a pale moon on the ceiling And I'm a little tired now Driving in my car Just a little wild'r than you are I can see it, 'cause it's staring back at me Velvet mirror, what am I supposed to be? And I don't know what I'm seeing I'm just sailing comfortably in it And if I were to run, would you be there to see if I went too far? You'd say it's common and to be your friend is hard enough.