He drove the tank dry trying to find that face
The one that would not leave his waking mind
Straight into distraction, giving fate good chase
Oh, but already, he was so far behind
Oh, he should have known the kind:

Perfect for a day, then it goes away

The best that he could do was to foget what he'd done
So he figured he should get some rest
But closing his eyes would only make the dreams come
Slow and steady like a flood
Flowing over everything he was that was good

Thought he was killing time, but he just let it die
And now perfect for a day would be okay