insomnia.

There's a lifeboat danglin' from string
it's slowly swaying up over my head now
as I jot down the words that'll never be sung
and wait for my headache to numb.

And the wind sounds as if the world's sighin'
and the moon's just a torn fingernail
as the TV flickers and hums by the wall
and I wait for my eyesight to fade

So...so....so...it's so damn slow
So...so....so...it's so damn slow

And the bright-eyed choke on ambition
and the old folks circle their graves
and the young ones are busy destroying their names
and the earth's still just wasting away

I sit and watch the screen for a message
some kind of sign that says we're okay
but the screen stays blank 'til I turn the thing off
and wait for my conscience to break

So...so....so...it's so damn slow
So...so....so...it's so damn slow

And I hope you're learnin' to listen
and I hope you're learnin' to stay
and I hope you find what you're missin'
and I hope that you're makin' your way

And I'm a head case if I don't keep movin'
and my head hurts if I don't sit still
It's an itch that I'll never stop scratchin'
and it's a hole that I'l never quite fill

So...