Less Than You Think - Wilco

Your mind’s a machine

It’s deadly and dull

It’s never been still and its will

Has never been free

Lightly tapping

A high-pitched drum

As your spine starts to shine

You shiver at your soul

A fist so clear and climbing

Punches a hole

In the sky

So you can see

For yourself

If you don’t believe me There’s so much less

To this than you think

It’s almost gone

The night is dissolving

In a cup God lifts

To toast the lightning

Lightly tapping

It’s high-pitched and it hums

Your spine starts to shine

And you shiver at your soul

A fist so clear and climbing

Punches a hole

In the sky

So you can see

For yourself

If you don’t believe me There’s so much less

To this than you think