(daryl hall)Tin can sound and a dead-eyed crowdCan turn a sane man crazy and a crazy man sadI can fight with the best, but i can only go so many roundsAnd that's grounds for separationPreparation for better thingsGonna grow a new set of wingsAnd fly awayRobot action, conditioned responseManufacture feeling like the tool and dieI can turn it on but i'm holding back the guaranteeAnd that's grounds for separationPreparation for better thingsGonna grow a new set of wingsAnd fly awayMusic, it's my life and i've got it in meBut isn't it a bit like oxygen, 'cause too much will make you highBut not enough will make you dieSo i gotta keep it under control