Off to see the wizard.
Itâs cold outside, frostbiting in this blizzard
Strong ports are steady, gotta use both of my hands,
Ingredients from the parlor makes me change all of my plans.
Light headed, heavy thought process,
Makes believers out to follow you, but you donât know it yet.
Sounds better when taking mushrooms and smoking a bit of stash
But staying sober and listening close is when it sounds best.
Donât ever drown, cope around, study hard, get in shape,
Bet in spoon, grow a garden in your yard.
Keep it all out of a rewrite a bizarre novel now.
Put a ring on the finger of mother earth and say your vows out loud.
Iâll be damned if I donât say this.
Sleepless beds and awful more, I hold blue finches at your door,
Youâre minding on the tree, no more room for careful, like you breathe.
Superstitions seek in gloom,
Is waking up and holding your hands out for any
Words speak me for, Iâll be damned.
Iâll be damned, Iâll be damned, Iâllâ¦
Keith coat, lap coat, leather coat,
Be safe from your boat, very high, next to a sky line.
Control the anchors, everything ainât what it seems so
But you can make it so by fate and if you dream smart.
The art of story-telling isnât art at all,
It is to captivate the moment when you find you have the goal.
To throw your guts upon the wall and tell the truth about your fall
And now you plan to trouble back to where you came from it it all.
But how to speak, can you, even when you are disrupted,
Bald as others that accept the pun thatâs made upon them.
Okay, weâre beating, grab the day out for the racing,
Living in solitary, unable to use what God gave him.
Iâll be damned if I donât say this.
Sleepless beds and awful more, I hold blue finches at your door,
Youâre minding on the tree, no more room for careful, like you breathe.
Superstitions seek in gloom,
Is waking up and holding your hands out for any
Words speak me for, Iâll be damned.
Iâll be damned, Iâll be damned, Iâllâ¦