What are you reading now? She said to me
Not much of anything, just mysteries
I've done my studying for thirty years
After too long a time one thing is clear
Now is the time of my life for practicing
How else will I ever get back home?
I practice on express lines 12 items or less
When they sneak 13 through I'm learning to bless
I practice out on the road where the lunatics are
When I want to explode, I just say "nice car‚
Now is the time of my life for practicing
How else will I ever get back home?
Reading alone will not open your heart
To open your heart you must start practicing
I practice on myself learning to laugh
When grandiosity cuts me in half
I practice so that I won't fall back asleep
And dream of a world filled with victims and creeps
Now is the time of my life for practicing
How else will I ever get back home?