Time, all the long red lines that take Control of all th smokelike streams that flow into yr Dreams that big blue open sea that can't be Crossed that can't be climbed just born Between oh th' two white lines distant gods an' faded Signs of all those blinking lites you had t' pick the one tonite Holes <♪> dug by little moles angry jealous Spies got telephones for eyes come t' you as Friends all those endless ends that can't be Tied oh they make me laugh an' always make me Cry til they drop like flies an' sink like polished Stones of all th' stones I throw how does that ol' song go <♪> Bands, those funny little plans that never work quite right