Lyrics

Well you live free in the dream world
But you're waking up with your tail curled
You're on borrowed time
So find a reason to get up

There aren't too many truffles left to find
And the world tells you to toughen up your rind

So you thumb your nose to the morning breath
Pull a Jerry Lee on the cousin of death
And get in the groove
The circadian rhythm
The pillow is a paradise of hay
So close your eyes, get spirited away

Wallow in the weight of what is wrong
Can't finish a song
Dream of the day when you stood tall
At your birthday ball
Oh Ricky, goodnight
Oh Ricky, alright

Mary, Mark and Luke and me
Made some paper mache and we built a tree
And the petals dropped some pearls of pure wisdom
And beneath the roots some truffles could be found
Takes a runt like you to work this fallow ground

Wallow in the weight of what is wrong
Can't finish a song
Dream of the day when you stood tall
At your birthday ball
Oh Ricky, goodnight
Oh Ricky, alright
Oh Ricky, goodnight
Oh Ricky, alright

Wallow in the weight of what is wrong
Can't finish a song
Dream of the day when you stood tall