You can knock upon my door
You can ring my brass bell
But I have nothing for to say
Of vague interest I can tell
My front steps may fool you
Leading up into my place
They give out false directions
They lie right to your face
For I'm just inwardly far away
Mentally gone elsewhere
Sorry for the trouble you had
Go back away with care
Gippeto had that wooden boy
Elwood, his giant rabbit
I construct that I am not here
There you do not have it

What does the sky do
In-between the rainfalls?
When the clouds go away
And the day tires and stalls
When the time stands still
The birds too tired to call
Sometimes I do wonder
What he is doing after all

Airplanes make him itchy
Bright kites make him grin
Breezes sing their lullabies
He scratches the sun’s chin
For in-between the rainfalls
Is for contemplating on life
Nothing can be dwelt upon
In tempest's storms of strife