See you need to stand tall when you have your foot on someone's neck ♪ Poison oak sprout No drug, no drink, no smoke, I'm south The only way to get out Trudging through a spiritual drought Everyone in the past Find the time or have yourself a fine time Get in line or hit your prime At a distance find an untroubled chime Emotional crammer, everything at one time Agonizing glamour, fall behind or I climb All that I can make out A blurry old fellow walking towards me in the rain Ticket straight to hell or you jump out of the plane The days are moving so fast Depressing perspective But attitudes remain vast Everyone lives in the past By dime humans made stay harassed Concentrating on the forecast While heaps of life in the moment become the past ♪ All that I can make out A blurry old fellow walking towards me in the rain Ticket straight to hell or you jump out of the plane