A 60's style psychedeleic rock song featuring clever lyrics, vivid imagery, and a slightly twisted sense of humor.

It offers a dreamlike, off-beat reflection on time, aging, regret, and the strange way life can spin us around.

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The Writing on the Wall

[verse]

Sky of blue and streaks of orange...

between the darkness and the light.

The writing on the wall said...

spaghetti dinner Tuesday night.

[verse]

I think of things that never happened,

a cool breeze blows through my mind.

I am stuck and the meter's running,

I really need to unwind...

[chorus]

As this world spins around,

I pace here in this hole,

just like a wayward thief,

in a flushing toilet bowl.

I lay down on the grass outside,

and it's like I'm in a dream.

Ignorance is bliss, they say…

things are never what they seem!

[verse]

I'm racing blindly toward tomorrow...

while looking back at yesterday.

I left behind my slice of heaven,

I just had to get away...

[verse]

While my waist is getting thicker,

And my hair is getting thin...

I'm still trying not to notice,

That you never let me in.

[chorus]

As this world spins around,

I pace here in this hole,

just like a wayward thief,

in a flushing toilet bowl.

I lay down on the grass outside,

and it's like I'm in a dream.

Ignorance is bliss, they say…

things are never what they seem!

[bridge]

I still hear my mother saying...

(I suppose she had her reasons),

only thing ahead of schedule,

is the changing of the seasons.

[chorus]

As this world spins around,

I pace here in this hole,

just like a wayward thief,

in a flushing toilet bowl.

I lay down on the grass outside,

and it's like I'm in a dream.

Ignorance is bliss, they say…

things are never what they seem!