I was listening to a song from long ago.

One about the Madman, don’t you know?

Brought me to this place that we call here.

I’m feeling outta sorts and far from clear.

You’re in charge, and you’re old, and it sounds quite lame.

When you’re done, we will fold into…  Will never be the same.

Looking at the treatise and the small print.

Under spy glass and spotlight, I still squint.

Not for the faint of heart, yes I understand.

I never understood the why of planned.

He’s a Madman. Yes, I know.

You’re in charge, and you’re old, and it sounds quite lame.

When you are done, we will fold into… Will never be the same.

He’s a Madman, yes I know.