Coach had sat the team down
He was desperate not to lose
Powerpointing something
And his passion set the mood
It seemed a strange suggestion
But now I do it all the time
He said "gather up your stresses
And release them in a line"
Just imagine there's a stream
Forming right between your eyes
Feel it supernaturally
Make a quiet in your mind
Through my golden brow and how
You could win the match and lose your sense of self
Shadowboxing sandman
After hours highway 10
Woke up by the guardrail
But we hadn't hit the end
There's something in his workflow
That had me lullabied
So cultivate obsession
Before you dare to drive
Just imagine there's a stream
Forming right between the eyes
Feel it supernaturally
Make a quiet in your mind
Through my golden brow and how
You could win the match and lose your sense of self
It's the number of the beast
On the back of your receipt
It's like hearing Japanese
In the local Applebee's
It's my golden brow and how
Every one of us could still be taken down
Chasing conversation
In a claustrophobic room
Can we just leave it
For tomorrow afternoon
Stevie Wonder warned me
But it took us by surprise
And put our minds in caps lock
Before we knew the why
Once it gets going, oh it keeps going on