Somewhere in a lonely waiting room
There's a guy starting to realize
That his psychiatrist has turn his back on him
& it's 2pm

It's 2pm
My nails are gone
I'm sittin here waitin, coffee still warm
Maybe the receptionist is tired of answering my questions
Yeah, there's a flyer comin loose from a CHILD magazine spread
I rolled up PEOPLE magazine, hit myself in the head
I cannot decode this crossword, it's got me in a frenzy!!

Help I'm slippin into the HIGHLIGHTS zone
This place is a sadhouse
My mouth is oozing foam
I've colored clowns, now I'm drawing moons & stars
Where am I to go now that I've sketched this car?

Soon you will come to know
When the chair absorbs your bones

I'm tracing triple spirals with a purpose unknown
I've double crossed letters playin Hangman all alone
I can't get no solution. I just get blue
Where are you?
Well, colorforms weigh heavily on this stressed out mind
Don't color past the borderline!
& when the doctor comes
He'll see his HIGHLIGHTS rack has been lifted
& he says

It's good he's slippin into the HIGHLIGHTS zone
This is a gladhouse with dwarves, fairies & gnomes
He's solved number puzzles, now he's drawing whales & sharks
Where else is he gonna find mental help this sharp?

He will come to know
When the zone becomes his home

Said he will come to know
When the zone becomes his home