it was a purple purple sky
and an orange orange moon
and everyone was whistleing the same damn tune
except Brian
Brian stared out across the field
and watched the horizon blossom to cop a feel
off of the edge of the world
the one they're all afraid to walk
rationale for why they're so high on the small talk
but Brian knows
where the crows all go
to find the "if's" and the "and's" and the "but's" and "also's"

if i could run through the woods
and speed like the light
i'd find the answers to why
and be back by tonight
if i could fly through the fog
and look at this rock
i'd figure out how to keep hell off of my block
but as it stands i stay content
tryin to be the magic man and pay my rent
wishin that Brian would turn me on
to the secrets he sought
while we keep burnin the dawn
just to keep the day hot

if i could ask you one question,
i'd ask where you went
you could teach me a lesson
every time i got bent
but the alcohol
don't make me forget about it all
doesn't matter the season,
the leaves can still fall
they slipped hidden messages within the cards that were dealt
i understand myself and all the sorrow i felt
for as simple as i am,
how'd it get so complex?
got me studyin the margins
and disregarding the text
i open the curtains and listen to the traffic go
but i still get nervous
each time my piece passes go
the residue is thick,
and the memory fails
i still laugh because the path feels a lot like a trail

if i could run through the woods
and speed like the light
i'd find the answers to why
and be back by tonight
if i could fly through the fog
and look at this rock
i'd figure out how to keep hell off of my block
but as it stands i stay content
tryin to be the magic man and pay my rent
wishin that Brian would turn me on
to the secrets he sought
while we keep burnin the dawn
just to keep the day hot

we used to be a couple of pimps
walking the hallways with pride
drunk or sober
life was nothin short of rollercoaster rides
trip to the clubs
nodding skulls to the rythm
all we wanted out of life was what was given
and when you passed
i wanted to take back the time we wasted
i trade all the buzzes in for one more conversation
we could sit in the shade,
discuss the meaning of sacred
cuz i cant see the garden no more
just the ages
but the wind still blows
and the plants still grow
and i wish your name was on the guest list to my shows
i gotta believe that you can see me when i find my freedom
cuz you got to meet the father
before you got to meet my daughter

and when i see lightning,
feels like my buzz is hightening
every time i feel the Sun,
i can smell the love
and when i smell the air,
i can hear a child trying
but every time i hear a river
i think a mother is crying

every time i think of you
i know your laughing...