I don't claim to understand my subconscious
I woke up in the garden feeling planted like a tree
I had to pull my roots up just to see what I could see
and all my friends I've left behind
they know just where I'm from
I call them back to greet me
with a few taps on my drum
they took me to a doctor who then asked me for my name
I told him that I had no time for such a silly game
he handed me a box of pills
their purpose undefined
I knew that if I took them
I was sure to lose my mind
I had to find a place to hide and went into a bar
the waitress looked me up and down and asked about my scar
I told her that I'd gotten it
when I was just a boy
explaining all the details
which then robbed me of my joy
and then my best friend's mistress came walking through the door
her memories are in shadows
and her dreams lie on the floor
and when she speaks her words all fall
like snowflakes from a cloud
I had to listen closely
'cause the music was so loud
I took out my prescription and I fed it to the geese
when I ran into some Spartans who were looking for a fleece
their leader was a handsome man
his men all brave and strong
they asked me if I'd join them
but I had to write this song
and so you find me sitting here
just playing my guitar
I tried to make a date with you
but someone stole my car
and left behind a note which read
"I'll be back in a while"
the whole thing struck me so absurd
I couldn't help but smile