Well I'm standing here on moving station. All the world is traveling by. To strange outlandish destinations. There they go I wonder why. I may be crazy. But I'm no stupid. I get along. I use my silver tongue. You know I can dream in any language. Flying on my magic bed. And I don't need to work my passage. All I do is use my head. I may be crazy. But I'm no stupid. Sometimes I ramble. The I'm Lucid. I might seem lazy. But I'm hurting no-one. I get along. I use my silver tongue. I know exactly what you're thinking. But you don't know what's in my mind. You went too fast and now your sinking. Because you forgot to read the signs.