I ain't looking to put you down I have no reason to try it's just the strange way that the world is turning 'round as if I need a reason why five years
would you believe what's going down inside my brain I don't believe you'd understand pay no mind to the ghetto man I know the world is cold well that
stimulation slowing down the corporations underground own the bloody world but they want more the televsion picture man smiles and say "I have a plan
I don't want to sing 'bout the revolution don't want to sing about the acid rain that falls down on me I would never sing about a girl who threw me away
these days are crazed I've been amazed the way he lays the maze I care, I swear I'm well aware that don't make it fair on and on my life drifts by I
the ghost of my own song have named themselves no one strings of their shadows have led through the world the hands of the dream wind that blows from
remember when I came just to sing a song to you and you came up for a touch of my hand you painted on the shirt you wore words I wrote some time before
the candy cane calliope comes rushing ever slow for me the paling shades of indigo are raining from the sky the storybook chameleon smiles the dreamer
