Does it often come as no surprise Drift off and run around the side I hear ya I keep on writing it down But my fountain's well is low Dust it off and throw the Pendulum Tick Tock's a tone that runs and runs I feel ya Sifting around in the cloud Falling down from the moon Fiddle on the phone With a bluegrass brain Walk to the drum in the pouring rain I need to Keep on feeding the fire While the lyre's playing out of tune Does it often come as no surprise Drift off and run around the side I hear ya Sifting around in the cloud Falling down from the roof Fiddle on the phone With a bluegrass brain Walk to the drum in the pouring rain I need to Keep on feeding the fire While the lyre's playing out of tune Is it rock n' roll if it's all the same Bad to the bone but with barricades I'm boxed in Trying to figure it out but the sound Doesn't match my mood