Schwab House Blues

Well I could skip town in a couple of weeks, never to call, or even send a postcard, to you

Cuz I won't be connecting the dots of the places we forgot, just take another shot or two

Until we're all, sleeping in, dreaming, oooh we're stuck within it

And I could spend another year high, sittin by the water, exploring my emotions

And everyone else that comes by, they dissolve as I crack another potion

Until my, sunken grin, is gleaming, oooh one of these days yeah, oooh one of these days

I'm leaving it all behind

And once again, the ceiling, oooh it's spinning and the world just keeps spinning spinning

Round and round and round