Tracy Grammer Follow

Beat down, misdirected, cropped short and sized to fit.
Honey if we're still connected, i could really use a hit,
I am not lookin' for the key that opens every door,
just a pillow on the floor where we can sit.

Here in the shining city, here in the endless summer,
here in the cave of wonder number ninety-two,
the sky of never was was never quite this blue
but it's all right, it's all right with me if it's all right with you,

Guru child on glory mountain, waitin' patient, turtle wise,
twenty years of bliss and countin' – trips and riddles in his eyes,
he says the primal quest ain't nothin' but a second guess,
sometimes you just do your best to compromise.

Here in the shining city, here in the endless summer
here in the cave of wonder number ninety-two
the book is empty from the sparrow's point of view
but it's all right, it's all right with me if it's all right with you.

Shootin' fools and starry gazers, wizard hip and button down,
I walk the occam's razor way through priests and circus clowns,
am I a missioner of faith or grace or vision Earth or,
another grinning prisoner in Happytown?

Here in the shining city, here in the endless summer,
here in the cave of wonder number ninety-two,
we chase the shadows of the chosen and the few,
but it's all right, it's all right with me if it's all right with you.

So strap me in, I'm goin' clear, i'm turnin' circles 'round the sun,
the fisher king is here, but he is not the only one,
parceval and valentino, ridin' winged palominos,
Willie in his el camino, on the run.

Here in the shining city, here in the endless summer,
here in the cave of wonder number ninety-two,
the gods will lounge around until the show is through,
but it's all right, it's all right with me if it's all right with you.