Let me tell you of a boy who lost his way He once knew the coral and could feel the sway It was time thet tree came from under the cloud Hear the jungle's only gentle song sing loud For the brothers wish is still a backward sign on a hook But he saw from another way then the way most look But what was happening with the weight of the released on the string Was a disturbed bell's vertical solution ring The mist's power was mental, it was just in his head Like matches in a matchbox but you can wind up dead But the box once contained crayons, not matches Any color you like because he had batches Then came the world like an asteroid on fire Feeding off his energy and catching his desire For a time juggled both fairly well Then he landed on black ice and down he fell You can't beleive how bad he felt As he sat back and let his spirit melt They curled and swirled beautifully but were almost dead And when everything cooled over it was black and red Now he's a junkie for fights on my dusty heart Friends abandoning with no light for a feeling to start The arrow in the gun is now a paranoid haze As the iron train of dreams in the maze begins to glaze Dark tears are now to the new master considered long spades He's a smith like a rag's emotion flying from the everglades The widow of the soldier can still feel the tide Trying to find the oasis if it's still alive But a ghost came to haunt to replace his soul running away In the shadows it moved in until the turning on the light today All he had wanted was to get a bit higher Now he only wants to set the sky on fire
