Though I worry about where we’re going… I should worry about where we are… On the roof of a runaway car… I’d prefer some fresher air… I must go somewhere far from here… Maybe just for a short while… And all the while I’ll worry… And try not to feel too sorry… For the work that’s left undone… I'm gonna' try to get my mind in motion… It’s been stalled for some time… And I find myself constantly searching for the line…
