 
Launching loony thoughts into the bending of your mind 
 You reach for something high but it's a mountain that you find 
 He's a king dust demon with an icepick smile 
 His music fills your feathers as you feel your passions fly 
 With the mustache man on the carpet of his van 
 You can feel your fatty tissues giving way to sweaty hands 
 And the woofers keep distorting and the tweeters kiss the girls 
 His horn-rimmed glasses lights a square beneath his curls 
 I have wasted so much time 
 I have wasted so much time 
 He is like a politician who is practicing a speech 
 He is racing, he is pacing, he is sleeping on his beat 
 As the sky begins to darken and the waves begin to roll 
 You can feel the oceans rising as you're losing all control 
 And meanwhile back at the Candlerock Lounge 
 It is past 11:30 and your friends are getting down 
 They're applying purple eyeshadow, drinking warm beer 
 They're wondering where you went to when you told them you'd be here 
 I have wasted so much time 
 I have wasted so much time 
 I have wasted so much time 
 I have wasted so much time
 
| 1 | I will survive | 
| 2 | Distance | 
| 3 | Guitar | 
| 4 | War Pig | 
| 5 | Long Time | 
| 6 | Friend Is a Four Letter Word | 
| 7 | The Distance | 
| 8 | Perhaps | 
| 9 | Short Skirt / Long Jacket | 
| 10 | Comanche |