Lyrics

Strange morning, and even stranger day I took my thoughts for a walk in the backyard Digging for dreams I found them buried there And in my mind I was a king Living lifetimes in a day, in this fieldtown Dreaming high on warehouse roofs, where lilies bend like men with broken backs Street cars come humming down on pot–holed streets Where our past is dead and lying Living lifetimes in a day, in this fieldtown (Oh how we shudder 'neath that sword) It moved to me like music through a room and now Now I live for song Have heart and hang the past Quiet thе softer side From herе I go on laughing Quiet comes the end this time I'm finding system in these big thoughts I'm thinking thoughts that shake the world that we all come from Living lifetimes in a day, in this fieldtown