Strange morning, and even stranger day. I took my
thoughts for a walk in the backyard. Digging for dreams I
found them buried there, and in my mind I was a king.
Living lifetimes in a day, in this fieldtown. Dreaming
high on warehouse rooves, where lilies bend like men with
broken backs. Street cars come humming down on pot-holed
streets where our past is dead and lying. Living
lifetimes in a day, in this fieldtown. (oh how we shudder
'neath that sword) It moved to me like music through a
room and now, now I live for song. Have heart and hang
the past. Quiet the softer side. From here I go on
laughing. Quiet comes the end this time. I'm finding
system in these big thoughts. I'm thinking thoughts that
shake the world that we all come from. Living lifetimes
in a day, in this fieldtown.