Thunder, flash and lightening is working on my back
The tables in the kitchen are tryin to break my neck
All the late night memories are leaning in my shoes
My mothers old grey leather gloves are singing loud the blues
I can taste whats in the sun
No time to waste cause there is none
When I feel blue I see it shine
But still its true Im doin fine
You cant see me cause now Im all free
Now you know Im through
And all thats not new
Sitting on a paperback cause I dont know what really cracks
Im tryin to climb my pencil to get high
No one tells me what to do cause no one knows what Ive been through
You dont know a thing but you can learn
Its time to touch the sky
My mind is free I fly
I can taste. . .