It's okay that you forget. It's alright that you don't

wanna remember. In your hands you've got a

martyr's head, in your mind, I know that's what you

wish you were. Turn my blue sky black, you're such

a hard luck baby. Yeah. That's what's the matter with you.

But I could sleep through this. I am mystified as I

am in it. If that's your ride, well then you ought to get

it. It's just as if I wasn't dreaming. It's all the same,

'cause I still wake up screaming. Turn my blue sky

black... You're pilgrim in the boxcar. You can never

look back too far. You can't ever look back.

Turn my blue... I could sleep through anything