Feelin' so bloated, I could float away
Fused to the couch, so I jog in place
Clouds of smoke, sewn to my face
Taking a lap, before I go insane
The rivers rage, cause they're stuck in place
They're screaming, maybe, maybe we'll get it right next time
Every mountain's fate is to erode away
They're screaming, maybe, maybe we'll get it right in the next life
But trees try to touch outer space
Even though they know they're stuck in place
I'm reaching out to outer space