Everything at Once

when something has you pinned
 and the contraption that you're in
 won't let your day begin
 and every rustling of leaves
 is the thieving of your thieves
 and sleep is obsolete like bathtub gin
 you can hear the big black clock
 an no, it doesn't slow or stop
 it just ticks as you tick off what might have been
 so here's a song about nothing and everything at once
 oh the minutes and the months
 nothing and everything at once
 so here's a song about nothing and everything at once
 oh the minutes and the months
 the feedback and the drums
 oh the feeling noise becomes
 everything at once
 the oaks and the sweetgums
 on the street where you are from
 everything at once
 nothing and everything at once
 nothing and everything at once