Citizens of the true world hang out their laundry   Ecstasy in every glance, love in every touch   Nothings wasted, their perfume floats over the streets   No dead leaves underfoot, the sidewalks glow under mercurial feet      On good days we pretend we're just like them   On good days we pretend that we are one with them      The wind is warm and rich as Howard Hughes was   Look at them lay on their backs in the grass   that grows through the true world          Everything in the world quivers with excitement to be you   Every moment of the world to be you      On good days we'll pretend that the chill has reached our bones   On good days we'll pretend we can lead a normal life