Used to think I'd seen it all  From grandiose to tiny small.  I lived both high and low and every place that rested in between.  What a shade of green?    Chorus  You make a psychadelic town out of a world with not color or sound  The way your kisses lift me six feet off the ground.    Chorus    Used to be that I'd feel absurd at the mention of words  Spelled out brilliantly across my face for all the   World to see.  What a shade of me!!!    Chorus    I can't tell the in from the outside  As far as I can tell it's the real live bonafide  What happened to the uptight dignified  Poster boy for the man who was raised on pride   Here I am, punch-drunk and blurry eyed.  Waxing waning dizzy and satisfied.    Chorus