Coma

All my life I've wanted to sleep, I couldn't stand to stand too much Now and then I check for vital signs Though I never really knew just where they'd be I live upstairs but not too steep, I try to keep things pretty quiet With a minimum movement horizontally But I didn't mean to come to coma A journey to the final gate, a journey past a sunken stupor Face down he sank into the sofa, but he didn't mean to come to coma I stayed in my room through a hail of bullets I wasn't about to abandon ship I heard the whispers from the other room What's everybody up to I don't know? Hey and what's all this stuff about moderation? If the spaceships there I'm gonna fly it I'll travel far beyond the dotted line With an invitation to come to coma A journey to the final gate, a journey past a sunken stupor They said it fizzed like a gin and soda But he didn't mean to come to coma A journey to the final gate, a journey past a sunken stupor He said he swore he knew the aroma But he didn't mean to come to coma