Wax on wax off

Dave and Sarah are out on a canoe coming down from the north to the south of england; i’m based around bristol and will get to the canoe when it reaches me – but when the boat gets to me they’ve got out earlier – somewhere around liverpool as they went from east to west. I get in and daves folks are mortal at the back of a bar on wooden stools with friends; we end up on a school bus and I’m a video editor and we keep hitting speed bumps and one bump is so high it takes us into space and we’re in orbit flying around – a little like blackstar video by bowie. I’ve tapped the window and people are worried it’ll break and we’ll fall out.

I can’t tell if i’m upset or disappointed

if I don’t start my own label then I’ll regret it if I don’t become a dad then I’ll regret it if I dont tell my dad I love him then I’ll regret it if I don’t write and release one song then I’ll regret it if I don’t kiss a man then I’ll regret it if I don’t cycle home from Australia then I’ll regret it if I don’t smoke opium then I’ll regret it if I don’t release decade then I’ll regret it