You know exactly how it goes
Waking up in strange hospitals
You tell 'em that it's medical
But it's spiritual, and that's all they'll know
There no big mystery
You're still claiming clamancy
Have you tried therapy?
Or is it far too
Slow?
Is this who you wanna be?
Some faded fantasy?
A rearview revery?
I know, I know
Slow
I know
This is how it goes