Far Out

Tell me is there vacancy in the house beyond the green I'm in the fountain of asking I'm asking Always a diamond to make, everybody smiling on the take Everybody wheeling around, just to make the sun come down Everybody knows a rain when it comes around Calling Clearing Over the top they all cried, mad, the murder in their eye Ten walked out one Sunday to fill the sky in Well there was no one to see, just a boy beyond the trees Picking psilocybin Far out Far out Far out Oh, so far out "Time to make a new plan" Said the gravedigger man "How am I to make a killing What with all of this living? It's abysmal the state of the union" And the dogs begin to howl as they walked through empty mile At last the trees did lean in to make a suggestion "Well, we know where they all hang near the hoodlums and the gangs Those that read all the books stacked to the ceiling Well they've been cutting us down, they've been messing us around And they asked us all to stay a-sleeping Treason Yeah, we call it treason!" There's time to wail around There's a time to be aware There's a time to make everything nice and even Well, he stood in the hall Feeling good and proud and tall Found a meaning to a long forgotten secret I was waking in the bath Void of purpose, void of path When I heard them on the outside of the district Far out Far out Far out Oh, so far out One said "the violence has begun, we're together all as one If we don't act now it'll be tomorrow" Well, I've seen this show before, so I left and closed the door When out walking into the nearest forest clearing There was nothing there to see just a boy beyond the trees Picking psilocybin Far out Far out Tell me is there vacancy out in the house beyond the trees I am in the forest of asking Oh no, I'm asking