Taking Leave of My Senses

I'm taking leave of my senses

Throwing caution to the wind

I'm taking leave of my senses

Heading for a tailspin

I'm tired of being tired

I'm sick of being sick

My brain is feeling wired

And my hands are three feet thick

So I'm taking leave of my senses

I know I look a mess

So what am I to do?

What am I to do about me playing the fool?

I'm taking leave of my senses

Falling off again

I'm taking leave of my senses

Into the arms of an old friend

Falling off a tightrope

Higher than a violin

Finally my fever broke

Now I'm riding on a cool wind

And I'm taking leave of my senses

Drifting into space

So what am I to do?

What am I to do about me playing the fool?

I'm taking leave of my senses

Throwing caution to the wind