Mel, Melliflucious say the songs she sings.
Like glimpses in the longing and belonging it seems.
Hymns flow by like daydreams, end with gin and a nod.
... I am the God

They fly by me smiling, so I don't get in the way
I'm floating on an island and I'm gonna stay here all day.
The moon has taken over the old tyrant sun.
... I am the One

And when the ground had settled, and I couldn't keep her awake.
I dreamed about tomorrow, and what difference it'd make.
And child would adore me for all the miles I've ran
... I am the man

The artist brought his brush tonight
And spread beauty through the skies for you and I to feast our eyes
As we curl in the grass as the world passes by
I don't mind
For really what else could I find
To better spend my fleeting time
You and I
And the innocent night

I wish I could bottle up the time
For it falls right through my hand like the sand passes by
And you would fall as a victim of the light
Ooooh oh I...
It is so hard to define
The hell that it is to be alone with my mind
Sometimes
Oh all the time

I went a-walkin to the earth
To witness the dearth of where my ancestors gave birth
And run wild as children, naked and free
Then there's me stiff in the ****** trees

Oh the artist brought his brush tonight
And spread beauty in the sky for you and I to feast our eyes
And we curl in the grass as the world passes by
I don't mind
No I really don't mind

Although it is only life
I'm still shaken by the dearth
Of all the weary wayfarers
Who've been forced to walk the earth

In the ritual of mad
Until their body's have been drained
Searching for something else
That cannot be obtained

Look at me, I'm on my knees again
I had hoped that you would be the end
of all my
of all my...

I stopped at a park bench
Just to admire some time
I ain't like all of these people
In another world than mine

So hollow was the clear sky
which brought a tear to my eye
For I won't even have a place to hide
Once I've gone off and died

Put put putting off, writing the script
For god knows if I had my way, it wouldn't be writ

I was walking on wet leaves

If you want to know about the road
I can tell you everything
I can tell you what the morning will bring

and If you ask me all about my past
About the wisdom that I've gained
To that I say some things are best left unexplained

and If you want to hear about my world
and if you'll listen avidly
You can escape this evening with me

All the living that you're saving
won't buy your dreams for you.

My soul's a heavy sleeper
And I take the path that's paved
I gather up the pipe dreams
And ambitions that I've saved

I send them up in smoke
Like the phantoms of my mind
Into the great horizon
Where nobody else can find

As men we are great instruments of discord and unrest
I subside to my cradle and I nurture from the breast
Of all who came before me and I hear their puerile cry
They feed me with a ladle as I let the world pass by