The Dark Side Of Indoor Track Meets

Such fluorescent, you must wonder how I sleep

Shaking spells end, as the cuts lined up my knees

I guess I'm weightless as I tape my eyelids up

But now I wonder that I may have ran too far

Watch me float by, a bending,

arched and sweeping sight

Now play it backwards,

and I swear you will see me misty-eyed

If there's complications, pull the plug out

Pull the plug out