Star trek
If your head spins round try to see the ground if you canMy busy eyes missed her path through the air as she ranMy sensory mind is too old to cryNot ready to live and too strange to dieSo stop your doubt push the world on byWith your hand
It takes time to love and open minds to loveAnd who's got time on their handsWell life can be hard when you're holes in a cardIn some electronic handYou'll wander around from place to placeDisappear without a traceAnd someone else will take your placeIn line
You can fool your friends about the way it endsBut you can't fool yourselfTake your head in hand and make your own demandsOr you'll crystallize on the shelfThe freeway's concrete way won't showYou where to run or how to goAnd running fast you'll go down slow in the endRunning fast you'll go down slow in the end