and it seems like all I've got is time.
When my mind's eye is blind
I feel I can fill my head
It's better that I read about
Instead of some made -up scripture,
they're merely objects of my desire.
I have the will, but not the means.
Magazine, things I'll never
Magazine, every time I've got
Magazine, things I've always
Magazine, stuff I'll never
Magazine, dream of calling
Travel without being heard or seen
Can't really afford the monthly rate
I've been out of circulation
But it's the stories that
The trials and the tribulations
Can't make it out to a bookstore
A newsstand or coffee shop
But when it's delivered to my mailbox
It's a subscription I won't
Magazine, things I'll never
Magazine, every time I've
Magazine, things I've always
Magazine, stuff I'll never
Magazine, dream of calling
Travel without being heard or seen
Can't throw away the old volumes
Stacks of fantasies against the wall
These dreams, I paid for them all
All it is is just ink and paper
And every month it's sent to my home
But it brings the rest of the world to me
All the places I'll never roam
All I can do is sit alone and daydream
And live my life vicariously
Magazine, things I'll never
Magazine, every time I've
Magazine, things I've always
Magazine, stuff I'll never
Magazine, dream of calling
No one can ever take away my dreams,
