Saturday morning, April 25, light shines up the white walls into your eyes.

The kitchen sink throws a pitiful smile. You're way out of time. You're way out of time.

Sit down, coffee, blue cheese and cereal. Living a day is a God -given miracle.

Saturday morning, midnight swine. Get rid of them all in the east -south swine.

By humiliation and panic the dogs can't tumble it down, can't tumble it down.

For the paperless people in offices spreading, celebrating the consequences.

Blue skies, white lights, forest stereo.

I've been driving for hours with only hysterical radio DJs.

Taking another call about the weather now. High on life, it's a beautiful time.

Reach out if you can, they throw you the line.

Turn down the radio for industry and crime news. I have nothing to choose.

Saturday evening, two past eleven. Pints down the road, I'll fast me to heaven.

A friend tells a story, no one believes. Some tease, some bleed, some attention they need.

Look in their seats, the only remedy. This is the end of me.

Living a moment is more than a life away. It's more than a life away.