"Here's the car you will be driving. Radio works. Take the 10 out. On arriving, detour other road. Where every sign's a carved design. Stick feather on with glue And run amok upon the lawn" The sun comes up and it just dawned on me: One thing's clear The times come when all of your love is drained I've seen this scene I'll dream this dream and have now and then I lose my concentration to some twister again And I point mute in shrunken suit like all your Weathermen Now feeling wet and most alone Into this shelter I am thrown and found dumb? At least I got this one thing clear: The times come when all of your love is drained