Through The Haze

Just got a treat from my brother next door.

He said don't play no damn guitar no more.

I feel so high, I see how he means;

It makes me feel good, like faded out jeans.

  The music you play captures the moon.

  I got up early so I'll be there soon.

    Pardon me for feeling free;

    Pretty soon you'll make me change my tune.

I think I hear fortune coming round the bend.

Freak just said that bend's the end.

Must be speed in a schizoid brain;

Keep it on, get it on, get that train.

No one driving, what the hell?

Nothing coming, very well.

  Racing around, there's no end in view.

  The pulse in my head is saying what's true.

    Pardon me for feeling free;

    Pretty soon you'll make me change my tune.

      Do you mind if I slow the time down?

      Take it easy, good to have you around.

Take one more, but watch the door;

Tell your stories, remember more.

We're blasting out at the death we see

By dying slower, you and me.

  The music you play captures the moon.

  I got up early so I'll be there soon.

    Pardon me for feeling free;

    Pretty soon you'll make me change my tune.

    Pretty soon you'll make me change my tune.

    Pretty soon...

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