Deep inside de Incubus

It's 3 o'clock,
and we ask ourselves,
"where are we now?"
it seems we've wondered out of bounds again
(over and over, we ask ourselves why we don't utilize
things that are stored
deep inside of our brains)
i'm on my own and i can't see straight
am i so stoned that i can't see straight?
man, i've got to find my way back home,
but i'm too deep inside
it's 4 o'clock,
and we ask ourselves,
"where did i go wrong?
we passed my house at least an hour ago"
over and over, we ask ourselves why
don't we utilize things
that are stored deep inside of our brains
i'm on my own and i can't see straight?
am i sooo stoned that i can't see straight?
it's 5 o'clock,
and we ask ourselves,
"we need to get home the sun is creeping overhead again"
i'm way too deep inside to go
i've got to get sane