They try to tell me that this is a straight line

Like I'm a headstrong arrow bearing down on a bullseye

A velvet box, a tidy plot

At some point you start and at some point you stop

I don't believe in progress

I'm getting more and more out of less and less

Like watching the veils fall away from a dancer

Uncovering answers that was always there

The sky is old but the art was modern

This story is endless like Elvis or Texas

I'm just a paralyzed regular guy

Making a way on a crooked line

Let's make a toast while we still got fizz

Here's to our flesh and the best yesterdays

I had a run-in with some pretty good fortune

But I think I'm gonna be okay

But I think I'm gonna be okay

The sky is old but the art was modern

This story is endless like Elvis or Texas

I'm just a paralyzed regular guy

Making a way on a crooked line