Thunder, flash and lightening is working on my back
|
The tables in the kitchen are tryin' to break my neck
|
|
All the late night memories are leaning in my shoes
|
My mother's old grey leather gloves are singing loud the blues
|
|
I can taste what's in the sun
|
No time to waste 'cause there is none
|
When I feel blue I see it shine
|
But still it's true I'm doin' fine
|
|
You can't see me 'cause now I'm all free
|
Now you know I'm through
|
And all that's not new
|
|
Sitting on a paperback 'cause I don't know what really cracks
|
I'm tryin' to climb my pencil to get high
|
|
No one tells me what to do 'cause no one knows what I've been through
|
You don't know a thing but you can learn
|
|
It's time to touch the sky
|
My mind is free I fly
|
|
I can taste. . .
|
|
-----------------
|
I'm Don't Fine Crazy Man
|
| Michael Kiske |
