Vietnam Follow

Well I sit inside my house, inside my room, inside my head,
And the TV's sayin' somethin' but I never notice what it says,
‘Cause I’m drifting through a dream, it seems the witch doctor's stole the bed,
And he’s painting a newborn baby’s face while we play the reds.

And look at Don Quixote, pistol and a piano on his spread.
And the sky lights growin’ vines, but this time the God, it’s never dead
So the headlines read "coffins coming home", you know they sent U.S. Fed Ex.
And, man, these visions bloom inside my room, inside my head

So come, step on inside
If you’re up for the ride,
Cause your sight has grown old and gray,
They all the follow the leader,
While she was leading,
And they never knew the way

And never judge a book by its cover,
And you don’t believe everything you’ve read
Well, that’s too, too many rules to fool the new independent heads,
They’re too busy reading this month’s magazine,
to know what to do and what to say
And, man, these vivid dreams aren’t all I see inside my head

So come, step on inside
If you’re up for the ride,
Cause your sight has grown old and gray,
They all the follow the leader,
While she was leading,
And they never knew the way

So, man, I leave that ladyfinger on the burner while you’re there
Cause I’m sitting at the table, under the hail of this candle chandelier.
Man, all our friends are floatin’, there’s no ladders over here
And the lunar eclipse turn ‘round and flip, but gravity's the least of my fears.