A story told
Of time in old
Can never get past
Philosophy and--
Love is imaginable,
Sung by the heart
And played by the soul
Deft to everyone young and--
Old socks wear out
New ones get holes
Always buying me new ones
All because my feet get--
Cold to death is the winter
As to the warm summer
And yet so many things
Can be started in this--
Sleep hardly gets old
Especially to those who
Never do shut an eye,
Sleep can hardly be waited--
For any years I’ve searched
Looking for the holy grail
Upon the mountain top a high
Hunting with an old brown--
Map of time
And map of space
Can ever intertwine
For time just keeps moving--
On the third day
When he was reborn
We all pray in communion
To be blessed by the--
Lord look at that one
Never missing a step
She hips and hops
In that square of hop--
Scotch, pure alcohol
Tip his head back
He chugs it down fast
Never one to be any bit--
Somber is the midnight tears
As fearful as the night
And coming down
From each blue--
Eye of the sun
Eye of the land
Come and reach for me
Come and help--
Me, is a pronoun
Coming to tell you
It’s not you, its not him
Its all about me, yes --
Sir I rather not
I rather head on home,
Now hell to going this way
I rather use that--
Phone, it keeps on ringing
Now I think I’d better
Stop this mess to answer
The phone that keeps a--