Here we are   A final moment   Found inside a wood guitar   That splits the seams wide open, but lo   Because I know who you are   You paint the doors and walls    And listen for the bell-chime calls   And life is nothing more at all    Than tea-cup drips and bouncing balls   And oh, it's real and never fading   I'll listen to the strings you strum    And all the words you're saying now      Oh, sing a song   A song with feeling   That sounds best when you've hit the bong    And concludes deeper meaning, but oh   Because I know sometimes   All the thoughts can sometimes hit   Confusion as the record skips   But who needs fools to think you're hip   When all the world is full of shit   And oh, I hear the tunes you're playing   It splits inside the summer sky   It's softly cascading on