Out from the base the green mist arose The pain comes and goes. Like the neon man A flash in the pan.
Life is like that For a cool,cool cat But he can't keep pulling rabbits From his old top hat. He needs a bit of time to knit things together Into a freshly knotted rhyme. If you don't give him that Then his world becomes flat and the corners are not rounded Hounded here and hounded there in a neon mist that doesn't care Because it's all typed in his head. But on the baseline we presume to be dead 'til we're woken. And we are spoken to in lyrics that inspire the inner spirits To arise.
In the green mist neon dies and comes back in amber light Fight this if you can But we're all the neon man and we see the flashing crashing down Into a sultry Summer brown.
A Yoruba girl came to town,Shivering slightly. I held her tightly Kissed her face. Touched her hand This woman from another land looked at me And saw not an ocean but an inland sea so full of salt it made her bolt. No rabbits in this hat My life is full of things like that.
Don't leave the key within the lock I've taken stock I'm not that man. Just the pan without the flash The dot without the dash No home,no car,no cash. And after all of this and life like that I'm just a rabbit in the old top hat. And going home to have my tea I see a reflection in the window That used to be me.