I've got a paper bag for all the questions that you ask me.   I've read a thousand books trying to find what you once showed me.      Hiding under rocks is only fun until you become thirsty. Agua.   Cancel plans of research you won't get away until six thirty. Agua.   Hanging by your feet from branches only hides you when you're dirty. Agua.      In your eyes, in your eyes, why so sad.   Alibi, alibi, wish I had.   That's enough, that's enough, pencil lead.      Write it down quickly.      I've got a paper......      A hundred feet up in the canopy your mind is on the ground. Agua.   Swinging vine to vine the images are FROM the great lianas. Agua.   Gonna make it, gonna make it, gonna make it......      In your eyes......