Ten thousand million cups of coffee
And now my vision is just right
Ten hours of pacing in the sandbox
With my head filled with dynamite
I left my family in an airport
And said, "I really hate goodbyes"
I had two bags of perspiration
A test to see how each one flies
You are the mountains just waiting for a tragedy to floor you
But it's just a fleeting feeling that you might come to ignore
You love the violence of several hundred people to adore you
But it's just a guitar show and you will see it's nothing more
Another bag of dainty objects
Won't hesitate to test my strength
A trip to Reno is in order
But I can't justify the length
A groping mind, a stretching body
A couple pounds of something wrong
I know it's not about the money
But money helps me get along
I like the thought of open endings
Whichever way that wind may blow
A lot of things ring in my head but it's all deadly
And I'm never gonna have another feeling like the feeling
Of a crowd of thirty-seven at a not-so-sold-out guitar show
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