The Tramps - Thoughts

They run across the world in flight Floating away without will Dreamers flying in the night Until the morning birds trill The Invisible playing hide and seek Till mind finds and chains Once chained ideas leak Flooding the mind as it rains They spell the passer by to find As they search hither and thither Addiction placed upon the mind Until so bound that it shall wither Angering the waiting mind By escaping the locks and keys Leaving the despairing one behind Shunning the minds pleas The annoying game repeats again In the Mind’s growing factory Till then the thoughts mind shall retain Till then the thoughts hide provokingly