Turning the key in the dashboard of dreams

Buffy and Megan asleep at my side

Taking a journey to nowhere it seems

Toto, Yfory, we're all on this ride

Pillowing, billowing, upside and down

Heltering, skeltering taking a slide

Riding aloft on a bed filled with down

To the border, the edge, out of inside

We're slipping.  The edge is falling away

It's crumbling, the sounds, (emphatic in speech).

Yet we've rallied.  Night's giving way to day

We're back in some strata within our reach

Cumulus nimbus and ray of sunshine

Dragging us back to contemporary meantime.