A number stuck inside my head
Has followed me to bed and won't let go
Just give me four hours in a row
Without the mental traffic jam
No way
Is all that comes to mind
Cause these are
Slow days
For the easy going kind
So go easy on the weary minds
In the middle of all the indecisiveness
A capsized jackknifed crisis on the rise
In the middle of all this loaded consequence
The radio sends dead air through the night
Through the night
Through the night
Through the night
A bitter disappointed view
Have you grown tired of the air
That surrounds you?
If we were further down the road
Would you be any happier?
No way
Is all that comes to mind
Cause these are
Slow days
For the easy going kind
So go easy on the weary minds
In the middle of all the indecisiveness
A capsized jackknifed crisis on the rise
In the middle of all this loaded consequence
The radio sends dead air through the night
Take ten, the final scene
Director then says finally,
"Martini"
But he wakes before it screens
Another half remembered dream
No way
Is all that comes to mind
Cause these are
Slow days
For the easy going kind
So go easy on the weary minds
In the middle of all the indecisiveness
A capsized jackknifed crisis on the rise
In the middle of all this loaded consequence
The radio sends dead air through the night

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Song by Jimmy Chamberlin's band 'Skysaw' (formerly known as 'This').