Potential, well, you're a loaded line

The veil between the world and the faceless bride

There's nothing yet but a bunch of white

Oh potential, well, you're a loaded line.

Tomorrow, well, I'll wait for you

Laying right here floating in this swimming pool

There's a lot of things I got left to do

Oh tomorrow, but I'll wait for you.

The days keep slipping down into the cracks

It takes a while to realize where you're at.

Slowly (so slowly)

Slowly (so slowly)

Slowly, it's slowly ending.

Dementia, you better treat me good

The human race is in its second childhood

I never learn but I understood

Oh dementia, you better treat me good.

Sometimes I need a place to go

Classical music plays from the radio

I sit real still, let my shadow grow

Yeah, sometimes I need a place to go.

My mind keeps slipping back into the past

I hope someday that I can get it back.

Slowly (so slowly)

Slowly (so slowly)

Slowly, they're slowly ending

So slowly.

Slowly (so slowly)

Slowly (so slowly)

Slowly, it's slowly ending.

And soon that train is going to pull away

I hear it whistling, I try to wave at a glowing face

They can't tell who I am.

Slowly (so slowly)

Slowly (so slowly)

Slowly, it's slowly ending.