the evening sleeps away another day is come and gone streetlights soak the shade synthetic rays replace the sun conscience m i a when you re getting what you want foresight blurs and fades in retrospect we figure out the evening sleeps away prolongs the afterthought of doubt of these last couple days and why we re going there and how foresight blinds my gaze when circumspection spirals out consider it penance paid forgive what we forgot about for at least three days on end gonna be high for at least three days on end gonna get up when i catch my second wind gonna be high for at least three days on end