Here we are, a final moment
Found inside a wood guitar
That splits the seams wide open
But oh, 'cause I know who you are
You paint the doors and walls
And listen for the bell-chime calls
And life is nothing more at all
Than tea-cup drips and bouncing balls
And oh, it's real and never fading
I'll listen to the strings you strum
And all the words you're saying now
Oh, sing a song, a song with feeling
That sounds best when you've hit the bong
And concludes a deeper meaning
But oh, because I know sometimes
All the thoughts can sometimes hit
Confusion as the record skips
But who needs fools to think you're hip
When all the world is full of sh**
And oh, I hear the tunes you're playing
It splits inside the summer sky
It's softly cascading on