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