Since it's been strange
With you on your own
To follow the pack
Both forward and back
All in and alone
For time loss in slips
You've nothing to show
The feeling was strong
That something's coming on
But how could you know
Here it is now
Quarter to ten
Should I go to sleep
Or stay up late
If can pretend
To stay in the lines
Or not color them in
Well there it is then
I don't think I can
Start over again
With factory grips
Follow the pack
And I know that I
For all of my life
Been moving to them
There's no time loss in slips
Of triggers in hands
And for the rest of time
Forward align
And I can pretend