Track 7: Alan's in Wonderland

Dazed, Confused, and slightly depressed
The death of a mystic rebirth of a mess
Don't contest what I profess, these lies speak the truth
God's my final witness, while the only other's you
A bird can't fly forever, sometimes it has to land
Stradle on a branch, worry about its fam
But it's mating season now, no girls to see me dance
The nest is left empty, and the feather's made of lead

The roller ride's over, please exit to your left
As I'm left without a clue as to what to expect next
Did I really like her, or was she just another thought
What is it that I want, stop staring at the clock
The hands stopped moving but time's still moving on
I'm left in the past again, Future's frozen, gone
Unconsciously longing, subconsciously fighting
Interpret my thoughts wrong, and take my actions lightly

B LAZ E's at the wheel, Alan's off to hibernate
But there's no brake pads, couldn't stop at this rate
In this race, Alan's stuck going in circles
So B LAZ E's treading green, I need a miracle
I need the sun to shine out of the hole I hold
I could always jump across but I'd rather use a pole
Or a bridge, or some wings, because what if I fall
Body's splattered red, and I'll no longer hear the call