I've been called the boy who cried wolf,
thinking it was love when it was just my glass half full.
I jumped in some nearly empty pools,
and hung around in dry fountains until I felt your pull.
You washed the stigma from my hand.
And I danced into a trance in the burning Nevada sand.
Babe, I swear I'm on a path. I drove to the coast with my favorite women.
And in my faded tuxedo pants I waded for my baptism.
I picked a conch shell up and listened,
and I stared down into its cup until I felt my prism shifting.
Babe, I finally understand.
My best friend is a witch and a wizard.
She said, "go on head out west, go running with the lizard."
I touched the rose quartz in her hand and it felt like a pyramid in the promised land.
Babe, I finally understand.
Go.
thinking it was love when it was just my glass half full.
I jumped in some nearly empty pools,
and hung around in dry fountains until I felt your pull.
You washed the stigma from my hand.
And I danced into a trance in the burning Nevada sand.
Babe, I swear I'm on a path. I drove to the coast with my favorite women.
And in my faded tuxedo pants I waded for my baptism.
I picked a conch shell up and listened,
and I stared down into its cup until I felt my prism shifting.
Babe, I finally understand.
My best friend is a witch and a wizard.
She said, "go on head out west, go running with the lizard."
I touched the rose quartz in her hand and it felt like a pyramid in the promised land.
Babe, I finally understand.
Go.