I get this writer's block; it comes as quite a shock,
And now I’m stuck between a hard place and the biggest rock,
In my own head consumed. I sit back in my room,
It's like the tapestries of life get tangled in the loom,
I’m like a butterfly, caught in a hurricane,
My heart is quickening as my heart plays a new refrain
I'm lovin' Mary Jane, flyin' with Lois Lane,
On board a bullet train
Don't know yet if I’m glad I came
Don't know yet if I’m glad I came
Don't know yet if I’m glad I came
Don't know yet if I’m glad I came
Sometimes at night I think too much,
About love and life and music and stuff
The same pattern continues for the rest of the song