Make it a time Make it anytime Make sure that it's not the only kind That others find I've got a mind I've got half a mind To shut down the whole system at the spine With fishing line I'm really glad there's a grasp to grab It's only a stab in a wet paper bag Is that so bad? I wrote a song It was slow and long I wrote the words and the music wrong But life goes on And on and on and on and on and on and on