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,
with my eyes shut.
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 along.
I was having fun.
We were all having fun.
My brain can think faster than I can,
but 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,
I don't want to find.
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 along.
I was having fun.
We were all having fun.