My Golden Brow

Coach had sat the team down He was desperate not to lose Powerpointing something And his passion set the mood It seemed a strange suggestion But now I do it all the time He said "gather up your stresses And release them in a line" Just imagine there's a stream Forming right between your eyes Feel it supernaturally Make a quiet in your mind Through my golden brow and how You could win the match and lose your sense of self Shadowboxing sandman After hours highway 10 Woke up by the guardrail But we hadn't hit the end There's something in his workflow That had me lullabied So cultivate obsession Before you dare to drive Just imagine there's a stream Forming right between the eyes Feel it supernaturally Make a quiet in your mind Through my golden brow and how You could win the match and lose your sense of self It's the number of the beast On the back of your receipt It's like hearing Japanese In the local Applebee's It's my golden brow and how Every one of us could still be taken down Chasing conversation In a claustrophobic room Can we just leave it For tomorrow afternoon Stevie Wonder warned me But it took us by surprise And put our minds in caps lock Before we knew the why Once it gets going, oh it keeps going on