Howe Gelb Follow

there's a cobbled road there in vienna
and know one knows it's antenae
it'll stumble you
and it'll send you
there's a tree in nigeria
that harbors quiet histeria
most come for comfort and shade
unaware of a cure for incureable bacteria
there are walls here in the canyon
some believe in their banding
most come for the tanning
unaware of soft expanding
and there's a moon on the horizon
that promises the sun's never riseing
and it'll follow you forever
until it just flies on
explore all that's been you
explore all that's been you
there's a poor writer there in dublin
whose head is nothing but troubleing
all night long shoes and papers are shuffleing
all day long his haunted heart's screams are muffleing
explore all that's been you
explore all that's been you
when you go to view the casket
you forget all you needed to ask it
it's unthinkable until you mask it
it's unshrinkable till you task it
and there's a road made out of cobble stone in vienna
know one knows it's antenae
it'll stumble you
and it'll send you
it'll crumble you
and it'll bend you
explore all that's been you
explore all that's been you