Tekstovi: Toad The Wet Sprocket. In Light Syrup. All Right.

Losing my aim losing time
And after
Ten in the morning I'll find
It matters
But it's all right, it's all right, all right this time

Pulls from the tether to rise
And shatters
Caught in the wind far and wide
It scatters

If I hear the call
Of the Lorelei
No I will not fall
It's all right, all right this time

Never patterns
But for the loss of things gaining
Catching up with me on these ladders
Rising and endlessly leading
Nowhere I can see

If I hear them cry
That it's killing time
No I will not fight
It's all right, all right this time