White Falcon Fuzz

I woke up in the middle of the night with the words from a song in my head I'd forget if I didn't write down. I thought I saw someone standing in the shadows, so I ran to the kitchen and I turned on the light and found a sharp pencil. And I stood there naked in the light just writing while the night burned black through the windows and my wife was sleeping. I never thought I'd find myself at all, much less with a pencil for a weapon in the fifth dimension. And thinking our love would last is thinking that the part of our love that lasts is gonna be the good part. It's like throwing a rope from a boat to a man in the water who's looking like he needs a little helping hand. Says he's not done drinking, "It'll be a little while 'til the ocean runs dry. Check back in a couple more months." Any legacy of mine's gonna be sunshine and I leave it behind as a sign of my love for mankind. Hail hail, white falcon fuzz! It's because of you I'm standing here. Hail hail, white falcon fuzz! I was thus transfigure. And I don't know what the penalty is for thinking you can do what's left of what's never been done. And if I never find out it's either 'cuz I did it or I tried and I failed, said, "Forget it" and walked into the sun. Is that what the world is saying, that your rock & roll band can't last if you haven't got a really good singer? And you're finding it rough to get yourself across, getting lost in the white falcon fuzz if you are a good singer. Hail hail, white falcon fuzz! It's because of you I'm standing here. Hail hail, white falcon fuzz! I was thus transfigure.