Watching, watching, watching the world Through an eyehole, open house Where I like to sit around And the hands go low Ticking at slow Hear the phone calling me again So go ahead now It's what I want When it's time to go, we go And all the blankets that you feel, they go away They go away Push the hand down and I'll turn it around Dream about learning how to play This containing school To play at life Go with it You feel it starting to relax And it's starting to degrade Hey, go! Hey!