Screens

Gone to spend the day

Or a week or two

In the casting glow

Where we all turn blue

Had a lot to think

And a lot to drink

I'll be back again

But I don't know when

Spend a month or two lying in bed

Spend my time in Tommy Westfall's head



Play the image back

Again and again

Think I'll stay in place

Where I see my friends

Had to stare so hard

My eyes they bled

As I locked myself

In Tommy Westfall's head

Spent a lifetime dedicated in viewing

Any grip I had was reassuring



Gone to spend the year

In the couch cocoon

Tommy Westfall's head

Spills into the room

Keep it dark and warm

Quiet and alone

With my TV set

I'm fine on my own

Waste a lifetime dedicated in tuning

Always turn my brain off til it's burning



Gone back to the tomb

Where I spend my days

With the memories

I can replay



Had to last so long I fell unconscious

Stared at screens til I fell nauseous

Tried to watch away my boredom

Slice my eyeballs from their sockets