Every hour on the hour
a drink or nine of bourbon
Every hour on the hour
pound a pipe of sinsemilla
Every hour on the hour
two fresh ounces psilocybin
Every hour on the hour
five thousand woodrose seeds

You say you don’t believe me
Say I am exaggerating
Say I am overstating
Say I am a liar

I’m just looking for alternates
I keep hearing they’re out there
Infinite dimensions right here with us
Universes sharing space with ours

Every half-hour I knock on a brass door
Always shows up next to me
Always with a party right behind it
Every half-hour I I wait for it to open
Always end up waiting for a half hour
Always end up not getting in

You say you don’t believe me
Say I’m hallucinating
Say I’m obviously deluded
Say it’s messed up how I’m messing with you

Every day at dawn and dusk
I start pretending I’m like you
Every day at dawn and dusk
I start pretending I can make it here
Every day at dawn and dusk
I start imagining this reality
Every day at dawn and dusk
I fail and so

every hour on the hour
I go hunting for the key
to that brass door I know
is showing up in half an hour
Every hour on the hour
I start listening for the password
to let me in on the fun
Every hour on the hour
I pull my head out of the fog
to find my way clear
to a better place on the other side
Every hour on the hour
I puzzle my way toward
the whatever that could be
better than this with

every hour on the hour
a drink or nine of bourbon
Every hour on the hour
a pipe of sinsemilla
Every hour on the hour
two fresh ounces psilocybin
Every hour on the hour
five thousand woodrose seeds

Every hour on the hour
Every half-hour on the half-hour
I play like there’s no chance
that whatever happens
will be any worse