Messed up, mashed up, twisted, and gnarled.

Today’s Tom Sawyer, tomorrow’s Moishe Kapoyer, so help me Rush.

So many ways to take that train ride.

It was brewing in my mind all day, but it ain’t happening tonight.

Why does the local go faster than the express? / That’s the question this particular day.

We’re stopped, no ride could ever be smooth / We’re stopped, why the hell can’t we just move.

I’m on the other side At last, at long last, I’m entitled to a life / I’m on the other side / No more pain, no more stress, no more strife