His Ability To Think:
oh it's so tired in here
and i fear that i might be going soon
but where will i float through the air
where will i end my dear
oh it's so cold inside me
i close both my eyes i begin to see the sky
but the angels they reside
for i'm not good enough for them
but then again who really is
oh it's so hot down here
i can't see as clear as i used to
but there lies my rock by the stairs
i think i'll roll it up
just for a moment there i thought
maybe this is all i got
but then again what's wrong with that
at least i'll stay a happy man
