Thunder, flash and lightening is working on my back
The tables in the kitchen are tryin` to break my neck
All the late night memories are leaning in my shoes
My mother`s old grey leather gloves are singing loud the blues
I can taste what`s in the sun
No time to waste `cause there is none
When I feel blue I see it shine
But still it`s true I`m doin` fine
You can`t see me `cause now I`m all free
Now you know I`m through
And all that`s not new
Sitting on a paperback `cause I don`t know what really cracks
I`m tryin` to climb my pencil to get high
No one tells me what to do `cause no one knows what I`ve been through
You don`t know a thing but you can learn
It`s time to touch the sky
My mind is free I fly
I can taste. . .