I'm having recurring dreams
About the same old, simple thing
They lay me down in a wooden box
And lock me out from the world I sought
The story's never gonna write itself
You're better off searching somewhere else
Your mind's a traveler and I'm its guide
It's come full circle, take it all in stride
Yeah
I need release
I thought the truth would make me complete
In the end, my only regret
Was letting you get into my head
It was a quarter to three
When the right words came to me
I was blinded by the sun
It's come full circle and it's time to run
Yeah