PUNCH DRUNK WAY IN OVERHEAD CAUGHT OFF GUARD BY THE GUTTER EVERYBODY'S SPENDING THIS TIME JUST BUILDING AND MAKING SOMEDAY SOMEONE WILL SAY FOR WHAT NINE TO FIVE IN A BLIND ALLEY EQUALS THREE SHEETS TO THE WIND CAN'T REMEMBER WHEN THIS STARTED DON'T KNOW WHERE THAT IT ENDS AND THERE IS NEVER A DULL DAY WHEN YOU'RE BEATEN BY NONFICTION IF GOD STILL READS THE HEADLINES FRONT PAGE HOPE IS MISSING WORKING AWAY ON A REBUILT FREEWAY STRAIGHTAWAY FROM THE SLASH AND BURN CITIES HINDSIGHT IS THERE ON A ROAD SIGN POINTED NOWHERE NO ONE GETS OFF HERE NO WAY TO SLOW DOWN THERE'S PIECE OF MIND SOMEWHERE WHENEVER SOMEONE EVER THINKS ABOUT IT AND THERE IS NEVER A DULL DAY WHEN YOU'RE BEATEN BY NONFICTION IF GOD STILL READS THE HEADLINES WE'RE ALL LISTENING FOR EVERY DROP OF SWEAT THAT IT TAKES TO SPEAK OUT AND WONDER KNOWING HOW OR WHEN TO DUCK NEXT JUST SITTING HERE PUNCHDRUNK ALL THE WISER