You call in, 800

You tell them your new name

Slice it down the middle

Your burned out eyes burn into mine

It’s all gone in the middle of the night

When we’re all just going by feel

I wish I knew what it was but it just keeps flying away

I wish I knew what it was but I get so carried away

Moving faintly in the distance

Your small voice like a squall

You know they were walking over water

Well before your age

So you toast to the heavens that you made it this far

You’re a jam band playing outside in the middle of March

You’ll fall on your face for the third time tonight

And you’ll be fine