Trapped in time and I don't know what to do

These friends of mine, I can see right through

You don't gotta tell me how I don't gotta move

'Cuz I'm sittin' back here sharin' in the groove

I walk through the hallways inside my mind

I chase the back beat from behind

Big dude in the doorway was blockin' my way

He reached to grab me and this is what he said

This is the end, my only friend, the end

Indians lying on dawn's highway bleeding

Ghosts in the young child's fragile mind

Mother