Whoopa, hey mesa, hooba huffa, hey meshy goosh goosh.. . Looking at the world through the sunset in your eyes. Travelling the train through clear Moroccan skies.
On the end of a tight rope. I'm over the town. I'd be good in a circus. But so would a clown. From the way that I feel. All my hang-ups are down. In the middle of nowhere.
In an upstairs room in Blackpool. By the side of a northern sea. The army had my father. And my mother was having me. Military madness was killing my country.
And the blue bird over my head. Is waiting for the sea to dry. And the farmer standing on the bridge. Is hoping that the fish will fly. . And the boat on the bay.
I can really see the milky way tonight. From the furthest edge of memory out of sight. Will the sky begin to fall. No one knows at all, no one knows. .