The Mirrors of Perception

Trees of balance Trees of life That makes a man go mad Makes him buy his own knife Does terrible things to our little world But, helps us notice the lost girl Up on the hill Lay's a shack That holds a man Weary, and shrill Waiting to get his fill Of magnets and moonpies As he watches the red skies He See's his father's eyes There he can mes a time When every man must lie To keep his soul from getting dry Even though someone might cry Fly, Me away from this show Just let me go To a different hole In the wall Take me, To a different state Like Ohio or Arkansas I don't care if she might fall That's not the first time I've had to make that call There comes a time When every man must lie To keep his soul from getting dry Even though someone might die If I had a dime For every man in time The world would be a different place And have a different face Take the mirrors of perception To the cabin fever election Don't wanna watch this show Don't wanna watch this show Just let us go There comes a time When every man must lie To keep his soul from getting dry Even though someone might get high Oh, just let her go To the magnetic snow Let her feel How America's real Just let her play In the field Till she can stay After dark Walk in the glass park Hear the black dogs bark There comes a time When every man must lie To keep his soul from getting dry Even though someone might fly To the stars Meet Jupiter and Mars Just so he can lie Just so she can fly away Feeling okay