Shadows of Your Mind

Every morning and afternoon

When the gypsy sailors ride

And no one can tell you what it's like inside

Standing by a parking meter

Having someone's Grade 2 Reader

And you know you've got to find

Deep in the shadows of your mind

And the Mormon Tabernacle Choir sings every day

But they never tell you what you ought to say

Playing with a paper Santa Claus

Never knowing where it was

They're just people who are kind

Sleeping in the shadows of your mind

And the stars come out

But you're not there, what do you see?

And you want to tell me it's a mystery

And the road is climbing down

Everybody's on the ground

Better find a place to hide

Deep in the shadows of your mind

When the scarlet shadows come

And you can't feel afraid

And you start to wonder if you should have stayed

And the rolling hills of doom

Come to offer you a room

And you know you've got to find

Sleeping in the shadows of your mind

Shadows of your mind

Yes they're just shadows of your mind

Shadows of your mind

Oh they're just shadows of your mind