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.