What's a loon without the crazy? Just feather and fluff In a room without the maybe Very little very much More than a floor Trying to find the door And what's a fool if you can't fool it? I'm only guessing so far People can be so full of it I never question that we are It's hard to tell But if the blast don't blast first And if the rush don't pass first If it stays at last first Well maybe Just don't be sad last