There were shocks and sparks I saw them in the dark
Inside the fog I played with my old dog
Now I feel so good
Suddenly I feel like I can fly
But I hit the ground
As soon as I jump off of something high
We face the truth with faces that aren’t true
While we all pursue some place that we once knew
The games we play
Inevitably blow up in our faces
Teach their own
We will never get back to those places
Tell the bum you’re busy
Tell the bum you’re busy