Oh, where did I fall?
Where was the branch dropped in my path?
Or was it always there
Just under my stare?
I was unaware
Ra slithers to sleep
It appears that I've been walking too slow
And I wonder, where did the time go?
Well, it's soaking through my fingers like papier-mâché
Like me, running
Always running
Running away
If you can, lay your hands on me, baby
Cause my back itches and only a scratch can save me
Or should I find a ticket to disappear?
Okayama calls me, can't you hear?
I know you're sick of all the questions
But do you ever wonder why that is?
The weight of our waiting is dragging us down
And if you feel it too, then why keep me around?
If you can, lay your hands on me, baby
Cause my back itches and only a scratch can save me
Or should I find a ticket to disappear?
Okayama calls me, can't you hear?
Should I fly?
Should I fly?
Once again, two become one
I don't mean to ruin your fun
But I found a blemish staining my soul
Is this a freckle or just a mole?