well i tried my best to be there   there was so much in the way   i got off on the wrong exit   so i pencilled in i couldn't get out   i know it's static on static   well i finally hit the ragtime   like you always said i would   and i pulled myself together   with the pieces i had left   i know it's static on static   last i gathered you were living in a desert   with another on the way   i can't stop myself from hoping   i guess i'm crazy in that way   static on static