I'm lying here in bed, waiting for life's next move.
Life is like a car that keep's passing the corner
of Time Ave and Space Place.
Life rolls through these streets
is Time Ave and Space Place.
We navigate forward through time and space.
We have a choice, but aren't sure where is lives.
Signs everywhere read, "NO U TURNS",
but those are signs.
Signs can be manipulated; they're on our payroll, man.
Today's Einstein placeholders are lacking spectacles.
Their eyes are focused on the some prize that was burned
shortly after Salk defended the top star,
top dog, Sol.
Sol isn't a slave, said Salk;
can't be owned;
can't put Him through a meter.
U TURN sign lobbyists can get those signs
to leave their posts, though
after all, signs are employed by the government.