You know it’s a long strange path through my mind

Where I can’t hear myself any more and I’m always in rewind

Waking up

In the pitch of a good night

There’s no Sleepytime in this dream

Just Coffee

At 4Am

And a long drawn out cigarette sesh

With a pen in one hand

And a wand in the other

Pensively I pursue happiness

By writing my blues away

In the key of human energy

With a change to colors gold

Like a monochromatic rainbow

Just shades of Gold! Gold! Gold!

Oh Generous Gypsy

Would you give to me like you’re grinning

Gleaming like pirate treasure

Inside a Tortuga Sea!

Baby baby baby

Won’t ya just let me

Won’t ya just let me

How many ways do I have to say

How many ways do I have to say

How many ways

Are there in the Path of My Mind?