Sometimes I can't leave my head for long enough to hear what's said When I should be listening, instead I'm thinking these thoughts, pulling that thread Take what you want from that I'm not trying to be rude, nor diplomatic As a matter of fact, I'm only trying to tell you exactly where I'm at Hey baby, don't the stars look big tonight? What you wanna do tomorrow? Maybe we can take a little ride Take the dogs and spend some time outside Sometimes I forget to call It's not because I don't care, no-- not at all I just sometimes lack the wherewithal So I put it off, I hedge and stall Most things I love are bad for me, but not everything, not you, baby and I expect no guarantees What will be will be well, be well, well be Sometimes I can't leave my head I know I've long since made my bed, but Still, I wonder how and when and Why and who and on and on again-- Hey baby, don't the stars look big tonight? What you wanna do tomorrow? Maybe we can take a little ride Take the dogs and spend some time outside

I used to think that Every time I blinked I was missing something Something I needed-- yeah, but Keeping your eyes open is harder than it looks And then I took to thinking luck was all that really matters Before I got lucky But I'm feeling lucky now that I Found a way to modulate my mind Clear the way for melody and rhyme and I'm fine And that's more than fine And now that I'm not Locked inside my own head every moment I'm seeing things I never saw before But I'm feeling lucky now that I Found a way to modulate my mind Clear the way for melody and rhyme and I'm fine And that's more than fine And if I can sing out now and then Gather up all of my rowdy friends I'll try not to waste all of this grace ever again

No one likes to lose, folks wanna take the prize So we seek an edge to cut our rivals down to size But if nobody struck out, the game would never end and Losing likely leaves you with more free time to spend and Time, that stuff is precious-- it won't go out of style Spending it on someone can reward you with a smile and Smiles, they're next to laughter and laughter is the best The more time we spend laughing, the less we are depressed Time isn't money-- money isn't time Money in the bank will never buy you back your prime, so Spend that stuff wisely on what will really count You only get so much put aside in your account I had a friend who felt the world was always weighing down Responsibility, he thought, had robbed him of his crown and Often he'd kick up a fuss long after it made sense, it's Hard to be around someone who's always so intense, and One day he felt he had enough and so he quit, quit it All, quit his job, his wife, every little bit Then he got his time back, but that didn't get it done, because Time alone can't teach you how to love and have fun Time isn't money-- money isn't time Money in the bank will never buy you back your prime, so Spend that stuff wisely on what will really count You only get so much put aside in your account You hear it happen to somebody almost every day Some sudden misfortune comes and takes it all away, and those Bills will linger long after he's been laid to rest Often, time's timing isn't quite the best, so Suck them seconds dry, mark each passing day Someday, Old Man Time will come and take it all away, yeah he'lltake it and he'll give it off to some other fool, who will Squander it and wander 'round, tryin' to look cool-- just like we do Time isn't money-- money isn't time Money in the bank will never buy you back your prime, so Spend that stuff wisely on what will really count You only get so much put aside in your account

It's not for lack of trying It's not that I don't care It's not 'cause I'm misunderstood, or That things are not fair I try to make my mind up, but It makes me up instead Hands me a script to follow Puts these thoughts into My head, my head Can only wonder about the reason Only guess how any of it works How it changes with the seasons is just One of those little perks But when it makes me drag you down or Wish that I was dead I get to wishing I could lose the Contents of my head, my head I'm just tired of feeling bad, I'm tired of trying If you're peddling easy answers, friend I'm buying I'm bored of all these stories I've been telling myself I've taken inventory, there's too much Sorrow on the shelf Need to short circuit the system Interrupt the thread, need to Return to the center, find Peace in my own head, be Back home in my head

1975, I opened my eyes To a world that kids today would only recognize from Nostalgia films and old reruns that only make it Seem like it was a lot more corny, and Maybe just a bit more fun But that year I came along, this country of ours had just lost a war That had gone on so long and so wrong that even the Hawks had to ask what it was all for, but More and more you were hearing 'bout how the last President lied and schemed, while the Guy who pardoned him, he sat in the White House in His old boss' seat-- Now, don't that beat all In 1975, folks already knew about global warming, even school kids Environmentalism was in flower; we had just celebrated the Fifth Earth Day and were getting down on granola, but Ironically, what I remember most is the smoke, Cigarette smoke, but the other kind too Our parents, all our friends' parents, used to Smoke in the house, and us kids had to spend the Rest of our lives tryin' to shake that monkey off our backs It's why I only dream in yellow, browns, and greens I came alive in 1975 In 1975, we lost two out of three Stooges, Moe and Larry, the last ones As well as Rod Serling and icon of the French Jazz scene, Josephine Baker Now, all of these people started life in a world run on steam power, Newsprint, and no indoor plumbing, and All of them only one or two generations removed from the Civil War, slavery, our so-called distant past You know what it feels like to be told that people Who were alive when you were alive are Ancient history? Well, now it's 2021, I'm 46, and this fragile, frustrating country of ours Has managed to botch yet another Ignoble exit to yet another Unjustified war, this one lasting 20 years, putting it high in the ranking For our longest-ever military escapade The exit was bloody and messy, even by our low standards, and To seek a simple target to blame is an Understandable yet frustrating proposition We know this blame spreads like hot butter Like Vietnam, like all wars This is just one of the few Bipartisan Issues we have It's why I only dream in yellow, browns, and greens I came alive in 1975