There's a new instinct inside my head today
An' it's telling' me that I shouldn't make my subway
For all the world around me to go away
Cause I'm hating what I'm seeing
Caught up in a dream
Caught up in a scheme
Caught up by the way I'm feeling
Now wonder the truth
Is not made out of proof
There's always other meanings
First It's the Riff and then the rest