When you start your stories
About the pale moon
Do you stop to think it through
Like I do
What do you do
When you're keyed up
On some nervous stuff
And the headache comes
S you suffocate the headache
With another drug
Do you always believe in belief
If it's all important
I wasted time
Trying to glue your fingerprints
To this hand of mine
I would have lied
Had I done it right and
Held somebody else last night
I want the channel now
When you're back online
I'll just keep talking
Just keep talking all the time
Wind up maybe you believe
Yeah I want the channel
I want the satellites too
I want the dictionary, the volume knob, and the power company
Yesterday I had it set
I was alone inside my head
With no broadcast to contrast
My interest in the depths
Of my indoors
Just draw the blinds and close your eyes