"Time's up," she said to me,
"and time is all you ever really had."
"When you collect your mind and find the time to think about it,"
"I'm sure you'll realize it's not that bad."
So I dragged myself on down the road and back to where my car was towed, underneath the setting sun.
I thought it through sitting alone, my ego perched upon a stone, the acrid smoke still hanging from the gun.
Then I heard the music from afar, the shining strings of a guitar, carrying across the empty air.
Your gleaming cannons turn my way, I wait for what you have to say, I'm like a rabbit caught up in your snare.
You say that you're dejected, you say you're in a bind
surround me with your battleships I'm falling way behind.
You say that you're connected, you say "all systems go"
surround me with your battleships as if I didn't know.