The Sentinel

All the minds in my head are stoned

Where'd all the pothead pixies go?

Now we're flying in time oh no

Hope you remembered to turn off the stove

It's getting hard to breathe

It's getting closer to midnight

Now I'm searching for the words they dropped from the sky

I'm feeling closer to sunrise

My head is spinning in place

But I'm still weary from the waste that they fed me

All the minds in my head are stoned

Where'd all the pothead pixies go?

Now we're flying in time oh no

Hope you remembered that we'll never know

I am only a sentinel

I make time work for the ones of old

You may have heard of the things they've told

But now I'm really afraid I must go

Oh