It's not about the boy

found slain

It ain't about his lips

blood drained

You should've seen his

dreams dissolve

Into the dumpster behind

the mall



I'm goin' down to the

wonderful life

I'm goin' down inside

a satellite

I'm goin' down on the

bullet train

I'm goin' down on the perfect dream



It's not about the

freeway drone

That score her tired

journeys home

Softly licking her to sleep

Her eyes are closed to

the brake light streaks



Sleep in the softest bed

Eat everything you need

Never ask anyone

For anything at all



Why can't I stroke this

world to sleep

Please help me stroke

this world to sleep



It's not about his

prescription brain

Deprived of pills that

keep it sane

He told himself he could

go it alone

See him plead with the

unplugged phone



Sleep in the softest bed

Eat everything you need

Never ask anyone

For anything at all

That restless old monkey

Prisoned inside of me

Stiff bones that

close him in

He waits trapped

deep within



I'm goin' down to the

wonderful life

I'm goin' down inside

a satellite

I'm goin' down on

the SST

I'm goin' down on the

perfect dream

I'm goin' down to the

wonderful life

I'm goin' down like a

ripped up kite

I'm goin' down with

broken ribs

I'm goin' down to a

dirty crib