Woke up this morning
With a feeling inside
Not knowing today
Would be the day for this boy to decide
I kissed Lucy twice and starred at the sky
Without knowing why
Just living to die
So I got in the truck
And headed on down J. Clyde
Drove down South towards the sea
Got there covered in dirt and debris
Almost got hit by three cars
They nearly missed me
Stumbled down towards the water
Then fell to my knees
Sat at the shore for a moment or two
Got lost in my mind until I saw you
A hippie queen with no fear
She said hey come over here
So I swam over there
And replied yes my dear
It was the sweetest thing
She just wanted me near
Floating in a construction paper ocean
Surrounded by neon horizons
Along with fossils and bones
Of the still living and the dying
Who call this place home
But I'm in unfamiliar waters
Getting pulled further and further away from shore
Protected by dolphins in sun glasses and little green men
Till I just can't take it no more
So I stream my way back
Filled with the Earth
Planting apple seeds and stick empires
Sitting in the sand
With a smoke in my hand
Talking with Pan
And some pretty girl with her toe on a rope
A red and gold goddess of sorts
Then we flew through the trees
Swept up with the breeze
Landed on some pillows
Of tye dye and dirt
Traveled by land to a far off once great place
Now it's just a strange diminishing space
I reached towards the heavens
Walking through a bicycle race
Till I came to the throne
Of the kings and queens of olde
Who told me I've changed
Shattered, scattered, and rearranged
Like a broken puzzle
Missing a piece
I just stood there crying
Feeling hung and stoned
Cause I knew they weren't lying
And it hurt to my soul
Now I'm no longer hiding
I'm coming out fighting
Just try and imagine
You think you know yourself
But take another look at your own hands
There's sand in my eyes
And the sun is on the rise
The lady bug in my hair
Is whispering in my ear
Now I'm on my way
Devouring worlds all day
I don't know if it's what I'm seeing
But the clouds are softly singing
And I need something to believe in
It's always good to come home back to Bad News