Landed in jail, couldn't pay my bail   Yes sirree, I guess I'm free    On a blacktop roof with a pine cone    Virtuosity, that's jealousy    If I can be free, you won't see me    In a million years with a bag of tears    Liver in my cup    Sliver in my veins    And a flowerpot out in the rain    Kind of mean    Just fourteen    And a high brochure, you can be sure    Of a foreign land out in the sand    Down by the way of a sunshine ray    Yes you can live but you can't tell    The fortune of our blinding love    It's in the skies you know    Where you must go