Visiting Hours

Just sitting back, it was summertime
Pack of cigarettes on arm and a bottle of Boones Farm wine
I couldn't believe that she was just standing there
I was lost in the darkness of her coal black raven hair

She was something that I tried to hold
That girl had touched me to my soul

She turned and told me she was heading on back to school
I couldn't blame her, but it still left me feeling like a fool
I remember it was August she showed up, left, and was gone
Called herself Flower, but I was thinking more like Daisy or Dawn

She was something I would try to hold
That girl had touched me to my soul
I was just sitting imagining about this
Fairy Tale baby didn't think it would end

I climb tall buildings as they melt into the sand
Reach through broken windows, slice like life right through my hand
Perched on storied buildings as they bow into the sea
Where I went sailing for, another version of me

And I was living oh so free
I sailed away from my history
I couldn't say that I didn't know because
I've seen, the wind, the rain, the sun and the snow

Like a silver dollar rolling down South Tacoma Way
Pass every doorway and I still ain't got no place to stay
Then they came and said, man you can't squat here no more
A man in a white coat just stood laughing in the center of the door

And I was living oh so free
I sailed away from my history
I couldn't say that I didn't know, but I felt the wind
The rain, the sun, and the snow

Then a nurse walked in and said I'd like you to take this little pill
I said nah baby, that's alright I've already had my fill
Moving slowly through both time and space
Found another dimension it was hidden right up
Right up behind my face

And I was living oh so free
I sailed straight into this mystery
I couldn't say that I didn't know, because I am the wind
The rain, the sun, and the snow

And so, I stand before you as my story comes to an end
I spy another traveler he says he is my friend
He offers me some of that skunky KGB
But I said no man, I'm a to stick with my, with my, with my DMT

I'm living here baby won't you come see me
During visiting hours when I can set myself free
I couldn't say that I didn't know, because I've planted seeds
And yes my mind it has grown