Under every sky of baby blue. Is an undercurrent of rain. Under every trial life puts you through. Is an undercurrent of change. Though the sun now is shrouded in grey.
Something's brewing in this gloomy sky. And I could use a lift. What with all this humid weather. Something's got to give. Then the thunder breaks the silence.
The less I know. This moment seems to tell me. The less I know. The line my soul. Is trying hard to sell me. I guess I'm sold. . Cause there's something real in her touch.
When the moon is only a shadow. When the world is wiping her eyes. The grim trucker darkens the meadow. To the market he never drives. . All the pigs go down the hill.
God so loved the idiot boy. He gave him a pair of eyes to explore. Gave him a pair of hands to destroy. Any good thing that he found. . He said "Put this kid in a candy store.