There is music swimming in your head
Some person's drowning but at least you've got the kids in bed
It's 10 o'clock and God knows where you are
Storm clouds are forming and they're heading for the reservoir

It's like a weather vane
You're running from the rain
Close encounters of the first or second kind
Who sets the presses when you haven't got a shop to mind
Look to the demons bringing you your bread
Or spend the decade wondering where you'd be instead

It's like a restaurant
Just order what you want
It's like a centrifuge
That you can't even use

It's like a restaurant
Just tell them what you want