Eleven Easy Steps Songtext
von Trout Fishing in America

I′m still spinning 'round but I′m lowering my orbit
My feet don't touch the ground sometimes I drag my knees
Over the fences, over the plain
Holding a canvas that's holding the rain
And no imagination′s the only thing that can stop me
I′m still spinning 'round, coloring my senses
Helicopter dance through cotton cloudy day
Out through the window, over the trees
Follow the rivers right down to the seas
And no imagination′s the only thing that can stop me
Dream the endless dream, memories erase themselves
Childhood just becomes a box, stored upon the closet shelves
Dream the endless dream, memories replace themselves
Believe the fantasies, look into your eyes I see myself


Climbing a rope ladder over the wall, I can be anything at all
And no imagination's the only thing that can stop me
I′m still spinning 'round (still spinning ′round)
But I'm lowering my orbit (feet don't touch the ground)
My feet don′t touch the ground (still spinning ′round)
Sometimes I drag my knees
Over the fences, over the plain
Holding a canvas that's holding the rain
And no imagination′s the only thing that can stop me
Climbing a rope ladder over the wall,
I can be anything at all
And no imagination's the only thing that can stop me
That can stop me
That can stop me. That can stop me