Part I. "Youthful Enthusiasm" (Instrumental) Part II. "Psych 101" Well a bad day fishin' is better than a good day at work But a bad day in paradise is a bad deal Let's say goodbye before we've ever met You're alone on the shore of cranium reef No one gets inside my head No one I'm a bad part of town on a bad stretch of road. I'm a bag of tricks in a balancing act I'm a battered heart and a bath of tears I'm no bank and no barrel of monkeys You're alone on the shore of cranium reef. No one gets inside my head No one You're a band of gypsies and a band of thieves Now you're burning in the sun and you've washed ashore Don't try "psych 101" on me - we've been there before I've got a cold embrace at the cranium reef Trust me you're all alone at the cranium reef Part III "Primal Defense" Heart and mind may disagree But I'm growing old Too far down the road to change now 'cause you speak to me but youth's on your side you're so much more than I care to find What is sacred? What is profane? Your approach is near and there's something I fear inside of you -reminding me like a mirror that shows My past that died long ago No closet full of skeletons Can bring me out here I've got a cold blank stare so don't wait I've got a colder embrace You're an Ivy League amateur "I mean no one comes in here ever" No one comes in here No one. No one. No one passes cranium reef Not even I can look at my grief Don't come to me pretending you're wise I am a man who can see what is real And is fear what is real? Stranded on cranium reef Alone with your thoughts you can drink with your grief You color your lies with a cool motif Stranded on cranium reef Lost at cranium reef At my coral barrier of disbelief You're a cold hard future with no relief Brutal reality at cranium reef I am a bitter pill to swallow I am a bittersweet memory You need me like a hole in the head Now show me that our "body" is real We need conversation 'cause I got a case of the blues And I'm a burned out bridge that nothing here...nothing can rebuild...no, no, no, no. I am a bitter pill to swallow I am a bittersweet memory You need me like a hole in the head Now show me that our "body" is real We need conversation 'cause I got a case of the blues And I'm a burned out bridge that nothing here...nothing can rebuild...no, no, no, no. Heart and mind may disagree But I'm growing old Too far down the road to change now 'cause you speak to me but youth's on your side you're so much more than I care to find... (repeat refrain)