I turned the corner to your street

Who knew? If you could cut me, I could bleed

And I said that I'd do anything for you

Now I wish to God that's what I really mean

We are a worried age

Where your panic feels more real than a thought

And the vivid dreams of a careless death

Oh, it eats, and it sleeps, and it walks

And I've told you I loved you in every which way

But I just can't understand

How the sentence never scans quite right

But I've promised myself that it can

And I sit in my car with the engine off

With the wheel stuck into my hand

And I think surely there is more to me than everybody sees

Than this bitter man

Yeah, we are a worried age

Where your panic feels more real than a thought

And the vivid dreams of a careless death

Oh, it eats, and it sleeps, and it walks

Oh, I mean it when I say

That nothing, nothing else has worked

Oh, I mean it when I tell you, Daisy

That I really couldn't find the words

And the vivid dream of a careless death

Oh, it eats, and it sleeps, and it walks

We are a worried age

Where your panic feels more real than a thought

And the vivid dreams of a careless death

And it eats, and it sleeps, and it walks