LUCID

Rushing 'til the dawn comes to paint the wheat fields gold
Running out of time before the madness calls
He's got a ball and chain wrapped, and checks the lock three times
Stepping over pavement cracks, he thinks the worst of all

And his rolling eyes
Capture crowded skies
And the smell of age bounce off the page and onto canvas come alive

How could such a giant troll begin to fly so high?
With his tiny fairy wings and hair and long brown cloak
He starts to chase me through the hedged maze at 90 miles an hour
Hovering above the ground, we're all so very tall

And his big, round nose
Smells the purple rose
And the talking owls spread their wings open and encompass come alive

Rushing 'til the dawn comes to paint the wheat fields gold
Running out of time before the madness calls
He's got a ball and chain wrapped, and checks the lock three times
Stepping over pavement cracks, he thinks the worst of all

And his rolling eyes
Capture crowded skies
And the smell of age bounce off the page and onto canvas come alive

Flying like a witch to somewhere; think it's Mexico
I got a pair of black buckled shoes; they lead me there
And there's a man who wants to sell me things; he wears a sombrero
Jumping back and forth in time and in and out of home

And the dusty roads
Fill my artist's nose
And the smell of sage evaporate enhancing senses come alive

Rushing 'til the dawn comes to paint the wheat fields gold
Running out of time before the madness calls
He's got a ball and chain wrapped, and checks the lock three times

Rushing 'til the dawn...