So this big stone is rolling down a serpentine path
Just while somebody's crying, there's another who laughs
Ain't strange, lord, but ain't it true?

But a left foot and a right ain't what makes a man's walk
It ain't the length of his body makes him stand right up tall
Being born don't make you alive

There's a moment upon us, there are leaves in the air
There's a breeze just blew past you, but nobody is there
Ain't it strange what your mind can do?

Living life as an onion, there's a skin and a core
There are layers between, roots and leaves, and what's more
You are bitter until you meet the flame

I find myself having the strangest of dreams
And the stuffed bear I clutched comes apart at the seams
And the stuffing turns into clouds

As I am a collage on the walls of my mind
I'm the toys in the attic from another time
Let us get together and play

Can you do the kazoo? Can you Rock Island Line?
Can you mustard the mountain? Can you bag the divine?
Can you contain the sublime?

I find myself having the strangest of dreams
And the stuffed bear I clutched comes apart at the seams
And the stuffing turns into clouds