In Time - T.S.O.L.

Birds fly into my windshield

Thoughts fall from my thoughts

This good luck charm hanging off my arm

Was left here by the police

Words fall out of my pockets

And cats dance under my feet

This colorful spell under which I live

Protects me from all I write

And the microscope reveals the scope

Of my very best intentions

Yes, the tiny light shines twice as bright

On the only nice part of me