Lyrics:

Nothing seems to be happening
Except a shift in your world
A desrt walk and a sand storm
A ball of dirt in my throat

I know you're happy
And that's lovely
It wont keep me complete
And I saw us
In twenty years time
In the midwest
You in your best dress

A little older than before
To see you now such a chore
But when I'm close confide my heart
You talk of him and I just dies

Just let me meet this guy
See he don't appreciate you
I know you realise that soon
Pistons run out of juice
Isn't that great news
To go with my dead head blues