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