I know, I heard it all before. Silence in my dream. But outside my door, The same scene. My mind, Wasting the time, With rolling the dice, Set beneath you. It's been a foul time. Since you've been mine. Could you meditate, And pray dear Staycer. Glide away. Are you gonna turn it around, Naturally. I know, you had it once before, You waited for the time, To wash it back to shore. It wont be there anymore. It's been a foul time, Since I've been myself. Watch how it helped, From a lonely racer. Glide away. Are you gonna turn it around. Are you gonna turn it around. I heard it all before. Silence in my dreams. There were times, When I heard you when the wind flows. Listen to the wind blow, Lonely called you sweetheart, Yeah, that's just the way it goes, At your age.