I draw and I dream and beat my drums up there
She naps with the TV on
And I am held captive by the big blue sky above me, yeah
I smell the June cut grass from my pappys lawn
Maracas in my left hand and stick in my right
And my, my wakeup call's for somebody else
Now the coffee's strong and the fruit's all wrong
There are Lincoln logs and cookie tins
And I learn the things that I never knew
I see canyons, I see caverns
And there are daffodils and dogwood trees
I am held captive by the big blue sky above me
With a Mexican vest and a red hippie hat on
Always keep my laughing at myself
There are circus lights and maple leaves
I laugh a lot and that's what I do
And colored blocks and wars to win
I play alone in the little room upstairs, hey, hey, hey
And there are canyons, there are caverns
I look a lot like a leprechaun
And I see border roadside taverns
And now the TV's hoax and neurosis jokes
And I am held captive by the big blue sky above me
I'm captive only by the big blue sky
There are border roadside taverns
It was taken in the desert early light
