Collapsible Lung - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Between the miles of open road

I lost sight of what might matter the most

I stumbled into the great unknown and found

That time won't slow down

I'm getting by with my collapsible lung

And it's a good time one hundred percent of the time and I'm

Like a ladder with a missin' rung

And it's a slow climb headed back to the sky and

I'm feelin' backwards when I'm tryin' the most

And I hope I haven't heard the last words from the Holy Ghost

'Cause I think that I'm supposed to be

Well on my way by now

I'll do the twist with my replaceable hips

And turn you right 'round

Then dip you down to the ground

And now I wanna grow old and rub your tired limbs

And take it easy

Until we wither away

Between the miles of open road

I lost sight of what might matter the most

I stumbled into the great unknown and found

That time can't slow down

To take a breath and then take it in

To think of places I'll go I haven't been

To pour my heart into everythin' I found

Time won't slow down

I'm feelin' backwards

And I hope haven't heard the last words no, no, no

'Cause I think that I'm supposed to be

Well on my way-ey-ay (Ay-ay, woo)

To pour my heart into everythin' I found

Between the miles of open road

I lost sight of what might matter the most

I stumbled into the great unknown and found

That time won't slow down

To take a breath and then take it in

To think of places I'll go I haven't been