PITCH BENT FLUTE
Meet the wild eyed boy from free cloud
He sets himself apart
Standing each night upon a stage
With a leaking valve in his heart
His hips cave in and crowd his gait
As he plays for the king and queen
Who forgive him for the things he does
Because he lives out all their dreams
Take the wild eyed boy from free cloud
He ain't heard the rumors yet
Spends sleepless nights on feathered flights
With the words to the songs he sets
As his sound fills the air the queens mascara
Runs into the river rhine
End an era mute, a pitch bent flute
Realigns the free design
He was blind to the sign of approaching time
Pick pocketing the free world
When the queen fell her husband still
Ruled many more years
And the thorn in his side struck the boys wild eye
From up on free cloud
See the wild eyed boy from free cloud
Now wanting of a wife and child
He wakes up as the sun goes down
And walks about half a mile
When his hips cave in and crowd his gait
He takes a hand sight unseen
Enters stage right, takes a bow
Then leads us on a trip downstream
To where jesse james puts swine before pearls
To settle family feuds
All involved are forced to crawl naked through the streets at noon
We were blind to the signs of approaching time
Pick pocketing the free world
The thorn in our sides struck the boys wild eye
Never will we know how
That his songs live still was the queens last will
Up on free cloud
As the a.m. grey hours roll
Like a bear or a slug down your spine
I'm the prey
Me and the wild eyed boy