Plans and puppies The things that didn't fit my hands Imagine rockets learning ballet How does a lightbulb burn bright when it's empty? It's late; too late It's four in the morning Are you still awake? I could've sworn it Pondering planets Shapeshifting between disappointing static And infinite potential Reroute the rockets Tom Shaw said anything's possible if you imagine He went to bed early that night and missed Jimi mumsellin' his banged up white Strat down the Whick-Wock New Road It's all just noise downstairs Noise outside If only it was worth the energy to occupy the mind Just let it drip like the rain down the side of the window What do you fancy? Feet in the partial paralysis of dreams or the Lost without the ground logic of consciousness Climbing the ceiling above the rest of our lives that still lies Beyond the few years we've had on this planet Some thoughts shall pass like clouds Loved ones speed out of sight Paws pitter out for now It's all just noise downstairs Noise outside If only it was worth the energy to occupy the mind Just let it drift like strings in the blackness of the sky