text: Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes
  I can barely define the shape of this moment in time
  And far from flying high in clear blue skies
  Im spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide
  If you negotiate the minefield in the drive
  And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
  And if you make it past the shotguns in the hall
  Dial the combination, open the priesthole
  And if Im in Ill tell you 
  Theres a kid who had a big hallucination
  Making love to girls in magazines
  He wonders if youre sleeping with your new found faith
  Could anybody love him
  Or is it just a crazy dream?
  And if I show you my dark side
  Will you still hold me tonight?
  And if I open my heart to you
  And show you my weak side
  What would you do?
  Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
  Would you take the children away
  And leave me alone?
  And smile in reassurance
  As you whisper down the phone?
  Would you send me packing?
  Or would you take me home?
  Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings
  Thought I oughta tear the curtain down
  I held the blade in trembling hands
  Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
  I never had the nerve to make the final cut
  “Hello? Listen, I think Ive got it.
  Okay, listen, its a- Hahahaha!”