Whose Thoughts Are Mine?

You see i'm shooting for the moon,
with tiny little stones,
and i'm mostly disappointed,
at the distance they would go,

So i try another brilliant plan,
and i try not to give in,
to feelings of rejection,
and to never fitting in,

They tell me that i'm crazy,
some say i lost my nerve,
but the rumors travel quickly,
on the "highway of absurd",
i climbed up dollar mountain,
and i met a millonaire,
and it's something that he told me,
he said buyer beware,

If the water tastes like wine,
it's water,
yes it's water,
they tell you it's all in your mind,
still i wonder,
yes i wonder,
Whose toughts are mine,
Whose toughts are mine,

The fear in your mind,
never was, never was,

As you peel away the layers,
of their multi-colored lies,
you see the grand illusion,
disappear in time,
and it doesn't take a genius,
to know there something queer,
when their answers give you nothing,
there's nothing to fear,

If the water tastes like wine,
it's water,
yes it's water,
they tell you it's all in your mind,
still i wonder,
yes i wonder,
Whose toughts are mine,
Whose toughts are mine,
Whose toughts are mine,

Will it take million lives,
to break on through the lies.