People of earth we have heard your station, sold your song to the United Nations. All on a dare to the heads of state, yeah, what could you do in the situation? You throw the voice you know wouldn't say yes, the body says no, no, no, no. I say: man, can you believe, she didn't need me... Heavens to betsy, come on let's see, what could be worse than the wheel of history? Rolling up over the rooms you've prayed in, what could you do in the situation? I say: man, can you believe, she didn't need me anymore than I needed her to. Am I repeating myself to tell you dreaming it's what's left of psychedelia, caught in the life of any outlaw nation, what can you do in the situ