Potential, well you're a loaded line

The veil between the world and the faceless bride

There's nothing yet but a bunch of white

Potential, well you're a loaded line

Tomorrow, well I'll wait for you

Laying right here floating in this swimming pool

There's a lot of things I got left to do

Oh tomorrow, well I'll wait for you

The days keep slipping down into the cracks

It takes a while to realize where you're at

Slowly, so slowly

Slowly, so slowly

Slowly, it's slowly ending

Dementia, you better treat me good

The human race is in its second childhood

I never learned but I understood

Oh dementia, you better treat me good

Sometimes I need a place to go

Classical music plays from my radio

I sit real still, let my shadow grow

Yeah, sometimes I need a place to go

My mind keeps slipping back into the past

I hope someday that I can get it back

Slowly, so slowly

Slowly, so slowly

Slowly, it's slowly ending

Slowly, so slowly

Slowly, so slowly

Slowly, it's slowly ending

And soon that train is gonna pull away

I hear it whistlin'

I try to wave at a glowing face

That can't tell who I am

Slowly, so slowly

Slowly, so slowly

Slowly, it's slowly ending