Going Out

What would you give; beg, steal or borrow?

To snap you're fingers and have that dream to follow

Where madness ceases, worry blown to pieces

Where love is always a friend

I work it and I work it; part of the circus

Knowing there's a moment where the brain short-circuits

Where the fingers are snapping as the temperature drops

And it all starts happening as the second hand stops

In the longest dream we'll ever have

It goes on forever and we have the last laugh

There's never any never and it all works out