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v1

as the gypsy wind blows at 9 o'clock

I've been sleeping on top a riverside dock

the world outside got to extreme

so I thought it time tolay and dream



I rode the wind and touched the sky

kissed the moon as I passed it by

laid my loathing fears aside

danced barefoot above the riverside

tossed and turned and twist and twirled

look down upon a frantic world

heading for an early grave

knew right then it couldn't be saved



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I saw the lighting, and felt the thunder

It just made me happy that I wasn't under it

I saw the people kicking and shovin'

it just made me happy that I was high above 'em



v2

I flew east of Eden through Shangri-la

amazed at the flawless world I saw

amber suns fill crimson skies

Hoopoe larks and dragon flies



The desert ocean sprouts silver trees

cicadas sing in hamony

hip hobo's preach philosophy

we don't understand yet we all agree

to lift our heads and free our souls

reap the magical seeds sowed

by ancient gods from long ago

if you bow your head and look below



you'll see the lightning, and hear the thunder

it'll make you happy , that your not under it

you'll see the people,pushing and shovin'

you'll be very happy that your high above 'em



as the gypsy wind blows at twelve o'clock

I'm still sleeping on top a riverside dock

dreaming an everlasting dream

of the ideal world so serene



and the hidden beauty in lonliness

the art form to extreme distress

is the comfort that the anguished mind

can slip off at a given time

to lands of sweet morality

escaping harsh realities

where the jug band plays as cool winds blow

just keep the those sleepy dreaming eyes closed



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and see the lighting, feel the thunder

just be happy that your not down under it

see the people kicking and shovin'

and just be happy that your high above 'em