Watch my thoughts go float ing
down the stream of consciousness
nothing more and nothing less
on this pleasant April day
As I sit and watch the flowers grow
Paint a picture of the world
Indistinct and somehow blurred
The painted boxes are rather dear
but the paints themselves are cheap
Leave your pack at the side of the road,
I'll show you where to sleep.
Dead brown leaves in a ditch
at the side of a field of burning corn.
The road opens out before you
like the womb where you were born.
There's no need to pretend again,
to try and earn your keep
Leave your pack at the side of the road,
I'll show you where to sleep
And crowds will gather in the sun,
And the shepherd is a good man,
as he tends his flock of sheep
And if you find your tortoiseshell
And I will stand guard over you
as through the door you creep
Leave your pack at the side of the room,
I'll show you where to sleep
And crowds will gather in the sun,
And the shepherd is a good man,
as he tends his flock of sheep
And if you find your torture shell
And I will stand guard over you
Leave your pack at the side of the road,
I'll show you where to sleep
Yes, leave your pack at the side of the road
I'll show you where to sleep
