There's no other place where I'm longing to be...than deep in the shade of my godfather's tree.
With deepening probes cut with visions for free,
a clear garded sky, and a glass of iced-tea.
There's no hope for rest in their valley of greed,
with organized dirt always padding the lead.
A daydream of thought and my mind will be freed,
so best to avoid all those doubled in speed.
There's no other place where I'm longing to be...than deep in the shade of my godfather's tree.
The programs, they took them and poisoned their souls.
The strokes of design worked their mastered control.
And now, back in line, 'cause they've emptied their bowl.
To think their same shade had been mine once before.
The band, once at hand, they sold out for the road.
Like corporate buzz, they're now products on hold.
What left them to burn, left them out in the cold.
The song has been played, when the story's grown old.
There's no other place where I'm longing to be...than deep in the shade of my godfather's tree.
Conclusive the message through all which I see;
"Deluded the wonders that once fell for free."
Upended the values which layed us our start.
My godfather's tree...always close to my heart.