Symphony Of A Man

Open the big glass door, walk up to the second floor

Down the hall, another door, that’s where you’ll find him

Big clothes, big long hair, meditating in a wooden chair

Two eyes so big and blue like curious diamonds

He’s a symphony of a man

In his hibernation hour

With a guitar in his hands

He’s a quiet superpower

He’s got a special way of the mind

It definitely does remind me of those

Reindeers at wintertime

I wonder how it flies

How it flies so high

Up in his room another secret melody blooms

Each day another tune but he ain’t countin’

A thousand albums to his name but he didn’t want to play the game

He’d rather hide away on top of the mountain

He’s dissonant analog

He’s a headlamp chess game winner

He’s a sweet talking underdog

He’s cereal for dinner

He’s got a special way of the mind

It definitely does remind me of those

Reindeers at wintertime

I wonder how it flies

How it flies so high