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Maybe I should slow things down or, better yet, speed things up a bit;
I'm up for just about anything that makes me feel like I'm not losing it.
It's every one of those weekend nights that scuttle by in a drugged up blur
And the weekdays where I'm oh-so hungry for more and more and more
I always want more and more and more.
Even at 3 AM, when the chickens are cawing across the street,
And Brian, he says, "Hey, man, don't you dare go falling asleep.
Try to keep those eyelids up—let's see if we can watch the clock hit four.
Come on over, brother, and let me pour one more, one more, one more."
I'm always up for one more goddamned pour

But it's way too easy to forget the steps it took to get me all the way from A to B
And through an act of will, a leap through a mental hula-hoop, I can pretend that there's no blame on me

It looks like it's trial time again, I'm feeling all fucked out in the world;
Everything's a Technicolor nightmare, all I see's a chaotic swirl.
And my lady comes to me, chirps, "Don't you start to be a bore,
Will you feel any better if I cut you just one more?"
Go ahead, hun—cut me just one more.
Or how about when we were at that hotel with the band and we stayed up all night
And right when we began to see the first signs of the morning's light
I said to Jackson, "Hey, listen really closely man, I don't think I've felt this way before."
He said, "I can fix that easily, all you've got to do is take one more."
You bet your ass I was quick to take one more.

But it's way too easy to forget the steps it took to get me all the way from A to B
And through an act of will, a leap through a mental hula-hoop, I can pretend that there's no blame on me
What they call my conscience, I hear it argue from afar that I'm shirking all of my responsibilities
"That's too damn bad, kid, so why don't keep it to yourself while I make these choices that are slowly killing me, they're slowly killing me"

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from The Captain's Head Goes Live, released June 23, 2016

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