Don't look up too quick;
You'll see the sky is falling down on you,
And when you run on empty
The ground will wait to swallow you.
I have a dream returning every night.
The goal is out of reach but still in sight.
I'm getting thin but grinning every day.
I run on empty too much; it's just my way.
And in all your dreams, doesn't it seem
That you're wearing lead boots, growing tree roots, caught in quicksand?
I can see ahead; the end of the line.
This is some kind of meltdown, just in time.
I see declining empires fade away.
The games were getting ugly anyway.
You'll see the sky is falling down on you,
And when you run on empty
The ground will wait to swallow you.
I have a dream returning every night.
The goal is out of reach but still in sight.
I'm getting thin but grinning every day.
I run on empty too much; it's just my way.
And in all your dreams, doesn't it seem
That you're wearing lead boots, growing tree roots, caught in quicksand?
I can see ahead; the end of the line.
This is some kind of meltdown, just in time.
I see declining empires fade away.
The games were getting ugly anyway.