Two Loons For Tea - Shape of Strange lyrics

What is the shape of ordinary? What is the shape of strange… There's a shadow of a reptile on the road to man In a whisper, in the ethers And a tear falls from a war-horse Caught in traffic Gather your courage pilgrims ‘Cause this is where the students of amnesia Tourists in a hurry find a stairway to lightness In the skyline, on the seacoast My warhorse, my hairdo And words to live by, words to live by So let's get to the root of your hairdo And your paper fortune And your stairway romance You are a weaver You are a weaver You are a weaver Of possibilities… Well, the warehouse of godless measure Men and their shadows: remember this…