Roaming the campground up by the lake where we swam
We were hunting for snakes
But we couldn't find them
Surrounded by nothing But the nothing's surrounded by us
But it's just me in my room
"Don't stop imagining, the day that you do is the day that you die"
Now I pull a one-ton carriage
Instead of the horses grazing the lawn
My brain can think faster than I can I'm not fast enough
Who is there to talk to That won't lock me up?
At least God doesn't judge me by the thoughts that aren't mine
The snakes I couldn't find
Oh when I was seventeen my mother said to me
"Don't stop imagining, the day that you do is the day that you die"
Now I pull a one-ton carriage
Instead of the horses grazing the lawn