I think it’s just about time for m… Pack on up and head to the Great… Maybe if I sever all my human tie… My outer world will match the one…

Face down in gutter again Seems to be my closest friend Where I land time and again Nothing new except the end

I appreciate you Facilitating breakthroughs With love I didn’t know due This wretch without a clue

Seems like I’ve tried so many tim… To kill myself but just won’t die Chosen the worst paths and the cri… And always out the other side

I love the way you say that you Are drawn to my voice I love the tremble in your touch The steady of your choice I love the open hand you give

We ate from The Tree Of Knowledge, Good and Evil No higher steeple

Let me make Home for you That rivals Kathmandu Hugs, kisses

Old school Playing a groove of the used to Small few Hailed by hipsters and still cool Lo-fi

Never seen Better scenes Than red lights On green trees

We set out from our little town Across country, “We’re Phoenix bo… Reality! Rubber met ground At least there was a story found

There’s a certain kind of type That always does it right Elicits smiles and tears In the space between your ears The only sort of religion

You ever seen A sky so blue Picture heaven In perfect hues Makes you think

I am a simple, joyful man Without a thing you’d call a plan I bounce around and bump into What I would call my Katmandu

It won’t be pretty the tears the snot the mess Lifetimes

There was a little girl in town That always wore a big ol’ crown She ran and danced about the stree… The townspeople were less than swe… They said “What is this wild chil…