I'm staring at the ceiling
I can't tear myself away
So busy doing nothing
And it's gonna take all day

Contemplating space and time
Her body, and the fate of Brian Jones
Wondering 'bout the world outside
The psychedelic dungeon I call home
I can call home

Just leave me for a moment
I only want to sleep
I can't waste a precious second

Of this copacetic dream

Thinking about the government
Her laughter, and the glory that was Rome
Days just seem to deliquesce
In the psychedelic dungeon I call home
I can call home

Out there is a distant land
I prefer it that way
You could say I'm not a fan
And you could try to understand