There's a bull in the street stretched across, ah they're honking heavily Not moving, now comes staring steady I am still clenching, but what to? Just have to force my, my way through I don't know what scares me more I get past, clear pavement in front of me But the sun is too bright then Might need to sit down, it's like one o' three Start back in a minute, leave me be I don't know what scares me more Excuses are a reason; never left the floor I knew it wouldn't last long Maybe sooner or later It was all too familiar Like a thin paper airplane Can fold as many as you want but they may never take off You can hold as tightly to the rule but don't forget what you, you have!