You used to be so perfect, you used to be my dream
you used to say nothing that you didn't mean
Now all your days are plastic
living in 3-d dreams
I can tell you that you're slippin'     
but you probably won't know what that means

We used to stare up at the stars and what few planets we could see
Talk about astronomy though what little it meant to me
Wondered where He may live in the universe or in each milky way
But now I see your slippin' in each and every day

Dynamite rollers with too little to do
glass tube smoker we've all been through
came from so little but through so much
there should be days we will be slippin
but standin' straight is the hardest thing to do 

we keep staying together through the bare and thin
and buried in the landscape are our seeds of sin
and though their are tomorrows today is flying by
we need to realize that the only slippin should be the waves we ride

and every now again we give a glance on by
and begin to believe just why why why

S-L-I-P-P-I-N let me tell you you are slippin, slippin slippin
S-L-I-P-P-I-N oh you are slippin
S-L-I-P-P-I-N I have to spell it our for you cause your slippin away