You're either on something Or you're onto something You're either on something Or you're onto something You're either on something Or you're onto somethingI guess we find out tomorrow morn I overheard a conversation Exchanging pleasant pleasantries Until I heard that slur of speechI was standing on my feet Now confusion rocks the earth It was an hour after midnight Reminded by my twitching eyeThe crowd of people sounded loudly The shadows cast were standing shy I glugged a swig from the bottle I glugged a swig from the green bottleAnd placed my thumb upon the top And moving legs felt the vibrations Of the wooden beams Beneath their feetYou're either on something Or you're onto something You're either on something Or you're onto something You're either on something Or you're onto somethingI guess we find out tomorrow morn It was three hours after midnight Rekindled youth was on our side The night owls crept behind my shouldersAnd soon no one was left around We should call it a night I glugged a swig from the green bottleAnd placed my thumb upon the top And moving legs felt the vibrations Of the wooden beams Beneath their feetYou're either on something Or you're onto something You're either on something Or you're onto something You're either on something Or you're onto somethingI guess we find out tomorrow morn
