I found myself lying on the balcony,  stripling terror, naked to the bone;  the secret asteroid jungle nearly done for me -  I saw it all just a moment ago.  I know I'd better watch out  for the Central Hotel...  I'm not going back.  Repetition, superstition, singularity,  though every cell in the body has changed  the walls move in well-accustomed hilarity -  the circuit changes,  but the joke stays the same.  I know I'd better watch out  for the Central Hotel  I think I'd better get out,  I'm not feeling so well.  And I won't be going back,  not if I can help it.  I can't help it, I can't help it  if I still am what I was;  I can't help it, I can't help it,  can't stop the therefore because  I can't help it.  The grace of god shows I'll be going on,  I'll be coming back.  I know nothing of the miles of the marathon,  I hear nothing of the footfall behind,  I search for rythm and I find that I haven't one  slow motion in the runner's mind.  I know I'd better watch out  for the Central Hotel  I think I'd better get out,  I'm not f  eeling so well  I know I'd better check out,  but anyone here can tell  I'll be coming back, I'll be back.  I'm the Central Hotel  --