Last Tuesday I was sittin 
with my hands turned up,
making moves toward my muse
but then I gave up
I’m not cruisin it is
pedal to the metal with this shit
And it’s not news to me
I need to slow down

But just not yet my friend

I’m running hot now
It’s all I’ve ever known to do
I’ve not found
A way to make the music fade
I’m caught, bound, a prison of my intuition
Not now
Not now my friend

On Saturday I know I need to
finally take a break
Take it is easy just for
one slow day
But I matter just a little bit too much
to tell the truth
Though sometimes I wonder if don’t at all

But there’s no time for that

I’m running hot now
It’s all I’ve ever known to do
I’ve not found
A way to make the music fade
I’m caught, bound, a prison of my intuition 
Not now
Not now my friend