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I feel so "one, four, five".
Won't you tell me when the mail arrives
And it's getting near the end and I can't pretend
That I feel alive.
They say grades are out. Do you really think that's what it's about?
A man stopped me today, said he was down and out;
Could I give him a dime, could I spare him the time of day
To listen to his story;
The power and the glory of his younger days.
Grown-ups talking about their younger days.
Glory Days and Purple Haze.
Have you heard the latest out?
Won't you tell me what that songs about?

And it's "One, Four, Five".
Won't you tell me when the ship arrives?
And it's getting time to say good-bye to the one thing I hold dear.
The right to sneak my beer, and the right to not know why
All the tapes my mother gets me sound like "One, Five, Four, Five, One".

I play it "one, four, five".
Won't you tell me can you read my mind?
Can you see right through this kid who thinks he knows it all
When he learns how to drive?
They say deep designs were never born to lesser minds,
And I should think in straighter lines
Than would suggest assuredness at all.
But I say nothing great ever came to those who wait.
And I refuse to stand in line and let them paint me "One, Four, Five"
But as the table turns around I can hear that old familiar sound.

And it's one more time
That I lay my feelings on the line
And then get cut up for what you thought I said I thought I knew.
So let the oceans, blue wash away the world and find
That the music of the universe is just "One, Five, Four, Five,One".