Intro (Side 1): Egypt

I spent the night sleeping backwards at the foot of my bed
And rearranging the furniture again and again
It was better than nothing, but still just pretend
A place you’re tired of can never be new
I never thought I’d be anxious to just get away
It’s been a year and a half since I last left the state
I’ve never been one for travel (that empty escape)
But I find myself counting the days
Count me out of your cheap superstitions
I’ll leave that horoscope safely unread
If I believed half the things that those things said about me
I’d be too scared to get out of bed