I'm on the outskirts of Nowhere I'm at the bottom of Forever I ride the bus into town Bus is never late I ride the bus into town The driver is crazy Would you come out to play with me Mandy?
Another crazy jukebox is playing at the bottom of a hole The hole is what is left of my soul My soul says If I could sleep for a thousand years then I would sleep for a thousand years A crazy jukebox is playing Would you come out to play?
When I'm all shook up with you and the thousand things I should be doing then I'm all shook up with you baby and there's a thousand things I could be doing I'll be waiting at Heartache And Lonely looking in the windows of Whozits & Whatzits Would you come out to play with me Mandy?
I ride the bus into town The driver's name is Lead Foot Billy He sees the lights as only ever green I ride the bus into town Billy is crazy Another jukebox is playing Would you come out to play?
That day I say I woke up to find a heap of a mess I wake up that day with a shock Am I asleep moments minutes or millennia?
I look around all the plants are withered and died Dishes piled in the sink are withered and dried Glass in the windowpanes is withered and be-flied.
And that dream The terrible thing that I did in that dream The thing that woke me up I ask myself, Did I do that terrible thing only in my dream Or is the dream merely a tawdry bit of self-deception wherein I dream that I only did the terrible thing that I did In a dream?
I throwed out the coffee to drink the soap I run because I have to know. I launch myself from an easy chair A jet pilot ejecting from a doomed corkscrew into the far earth below.
I throw myself through the door I fall down the hall I tumble through the steps Round the corner Stumbling and flailing Fumes and exhaust black Fluid smoke billowéd.
Running for the bus I cry Hold that bus called Happiness.