In a pretty sane reaction To a stone cold month of Mondays In a parking lot adjacent To the off-ramp for the freeway The moon was dancing in the clouds The wind was playing on the trees With a tube stuck through the window It's as easy as 1, 2, 3 With a tube stuck through the window He stuck by his decision to asphyxiate his fears On the coldest day of the year The mind keeps drifting backwards Toward the formative years (With nausea, not nostalgia) Bells are ringing in the years The temptation to homogenize The compulsion to submerge Beneath a quantity of beer Depression and detention And a rock to let off tension Carbon monoxide, carbon monoxide Pulse like a receding tide Can't you feel it slip away? The earth which fed you now consumes you "No one remembers what day it was But everyone knows the trouble he'd seen Surface details all checked out But there was no way to know for sure or not Split second decision Could've made it go the other way"