Thunder, flash and lightening is working on my back   The tables in the kitchen are tryin' to break my neck      All the late night memories are leaning in my shoes   My mother's old grey leather gloves are singing loud the blues      I can taste what's in the sun   No time to waste 'cause there is none   When I feel blue I see it shine   But still it's true I'm doin' fine      You can't see me 'cause now I'm all free   Now you know I'm through   And all that's not new      Sitting on a paperback 'cause I don't know what really cracks   I'm tryin' to climb my pencil to get high      No one tells me what to do 'cause no one knows what I've been through   You don't know a thing but you can learn      It's time to touch the sky   My mind is free I fly      I can taste. . .