I get this writer's block; it comes as quite a shock, And now I’m stuck between a hard place and the biggest rock, In my own head consumed. I sit back in my room, It's like the tapestries of life get tangled in the loom, I’m like a butterfly, caught in a hurricane, My heart is quickening as my heart plays a new refrain I'm lovin' Mary Jane, flyin' with Lois Lane, On board a bullet train Don't know yet if I’m glad I came Don't know yet if I’m glad I came Don't know yet if I’m glad I came Don't know yet if I’m glad I came Sometimes at night I think too much, About love and life and music and stuff The same pattern continues for the rest of the song