Arthur's Detour Change for nothingPressin' buttons, explaining bothers plain as butterLet the tazer buzz meAnd everything from then till now gets rendered out..only to have the same story re-explained tomorrowAnd my buss always seem to be runnin' lateTry'na gain time jumping lanes, all it needs is one mistaketo loose traction and slip down a ditch...And it's funny how everybody's amazed of the grace of rhymingThe lyricist stands out to blend his alignmentLike a painting in a room that fades its sorroundingsAnd every look-a-like is best left off in silenceArthur's detour, mind lost in thoughtsSearching every chamber of the body for feelings lost to loveHundreds of thoughts, the wonder of causeArthur's detour - and I mumble 'em off