Harrison Ford

Dream of chutes and ladders, sleep through two alarms, and when I stumble through the doorway with my hands through the arms of the sweater that the dry cleaner gave me back a size down, I make it to the bus, not a second to spare, but there's freeze-frame traffic till the intersection where I am scheduled for a meeting with a man who looks like Harrison Ford. I never can decide My everyday's always Everything flies by I don't know why I try He says, "Where have you been? I've been waiting all day." I say, "With all due respect, I'm only six minutes late." He doesn't say a thing, just nods and pulls out a sword. I match him blow for blow, counter-parry and dodge, but as the battle wears on, we're getting along. He knocks the sword from my hands, says: Congratulations, you've got the job." All the bright stars in the sky I can never hold on to, I can't let lie I never can decide My everyday's always Everything flies by I don't know why I try Harrison and I are on a bird he built out of old sedans, balloons, and duct tape. Projected in the cabin, there's an agent he calls "The Wolf". She never shows her face. Her voice as big as a house, she says, Burn your things and meet me on the roof in an hour." I think I need to tell my landlord that I'm gonna be late with the rent. All the bright planets that hang in the air Never fall down Or float away I never can decide My everyday's always Everything flies by I don't know why I try --- Harrison Ford - Darlingside