Potential, well, you're a loaded line The veil between the world and the faceless bride There's nothing yet but a bunch of white Oh potential, well, you're a loaded line Tomorrow, well, I'll wait for you Laying right here floating in this swimming pool There's a lot of things I got left to do Oh tomorrow, but I'll wait for you The days keep slipping down into the cracks It takes a while to realize where you're at Slowly (so slowly) Slowly (so slowly) Slowly, it's slowly ending Dementia, you better treat me good The human race is in its second childhood I never learn but I understood Oh dementia, you better treat me good Sometimes I need a place to go Classical music plays from the radio I sit real still, let my shadow grow Yeah, sometimes I need a place to go My mind keeps slipping back into the past I hope someday that I can get it back Slowly (so slowly) Slowly (so slowly) Slowly, they're slowly ending So slowly Slowly (so slowly) Slowly (so slowly) Slowly, it's slowly ending And soon that train is going to pull away I hear it whistling, I try to wave at a glowing face They can't tell who I am Slowly (so slowly) Slowly (so slowly) Slowly, it's slowly ending