For some reason I'm waiting in line For some reason, with some aim in mind Hunting tin boxes over glued gravel Concretely the legs appear and or re-appear Stumbling now, too For some reason I quit and decline In the long run - Pardon me What kind of long run? Always when the head kicks in Time replacing aim in mind We nod ourselves through the swarm Swarming gum onto isles of temporary stays From herb to curb In the long run - Pardon me What kind of long run?