Standard (EADGBE)

 If your head spins round try to see the ground if you can

 My busy eyes missed her path through the air as she ran

 My sensory mind is too old to cry

 Not ready to live and too strange to die

 So stop your doubt push the world on by

 With your hand

 It takes time to love and open minds to love

 And who's got time on their hands

 Well life can be hard when you're holes in a card

 In some electronic hand

 You'll wander around from place to place

 Disappear without a trace

 And someone else will take your place

 In line

 You can fool your friends about the way it ends

 But you can't fool yourself

 Take your head in hand and make your own demands

 Or you'll crystallize on the shelf

 The freeway's concrete way won't show

 You where to run or how to go

 And running fast you'll go down slow in the end

 Running fast you'll go down slow in the end.