Lyrics

How do you find your trail mix, how do you find your hope? In a world gone crazy loco, how you gonna cope? How do you find your trail mix, make you laugh and jump? Get you outa bed in the morning, get you over them humps? Trail mix Navigate the heartbreak, disappointment, the fear Take your cloudy addled brain, shake it til you're clear I'll tell you about my trail mix, bout my favorite things Help me find humanity, help me find my wings Trail mix No, I didn't hide a bottle of Rebel Yell in the red alligator boots that reside in the back of my closet And no, I didn't take Lexapro, Lithium, Valium and Prozac in a blender, grind it to a fine powder and wash it all down with a smooth gin and tonic And no, I didn't gorge a lunch at the Chick-fil-A And no, I didn't contact those two twin Hope and Faith that reside with that sugar daddy Carlos for yet another week of depraved sex in a Motel 6 in San Antonio Texas all the while tattooing 'Responsibilities Be Damned!' on my ball sack How do you find your trail mix, how do you find your hope? In a world gone crazy loco, how you gonna cope? How do you find your trail mix, make you laugh and jump? Get you outa bed in the morning, get you over them humps? Trail mix I have a dream where I reside above a small bar where I have a nightly gig as a jazz pianist. My talents rival Thelonious Monk and Jerry Lee Lewis I speak to no one and remain largely ignored but I take the stage as regal as a king to the throne, as elegant as Son House I play whatever I so desire, I play James Booker, I play Nina Simone, I play Bill Evans, Mose Allison, Little Richard This is my trail mix and I am gone man I give you musical interpretations of sculpture, film, poetry, literature I play Dostoevsky's Notes From Underground Did you see Sinatra put a hundred dollars in my tip jar? I am poetry personified My left hand is my politics and my right hand is my social disclaimer My music goes into hospices, migrant camps, leper colonies, prison cells It is Santa Clause, Ai Wei Wei, Tesla, Joan of Arc, Ruth Bader Ginsberg, it puts a crown on the head of Rosa Parks It ushers immigrants safely across borders, puts out fires in the Amazon, it gives teen multivitamins to Greta Thunberg, it floods ignorance This is my trail mix and I live forever Navigate the heartbreak, disappointment and the fear Take your cloudy addled brain, shake it til you're clear I'll tell you about my trail mix, bout my favorite things I'm desperate to find humanity, desperate to find my wings Trail mix