Standard (EADGBE)

time, all the long red lines

 that take control

 of all the smokelike streams

 that flow into your dreams

 that big blue open sea

 that can't be crossed

 that can't be climbed

 just born between

 oh the two white lines

 distant gods and faded signs

 of all those blinking lights

 you had to pick the one tonight

holes, dug by little moles

angry jealous spies

got telephones for eyes

come to you as friends

all those endless ends

that can't be tied

oh they make me laugh

and always make me cry

'til they drop like flies

and sink like polished stones

of all the stones I throw

how does that old song go

how does that old song go

bands, those funny little plans

that never work quite right