I saw a special depth of soul in her eyes    as she looked through me and she just passed me by   to glad-hand some minor starlet and I    got in my car letting bygones wilt and die.   It wasn't so much that I caught her in debt,   or all the things she said I'd rather forget.   But I was thinking of the moment when all she had to show   meant a faith-enhancing astral pirouette.      chorus:   (Even though, long ago, I was so enchanted by him)   Oh no I don't love my guru anymore.   If he won't stop polluting the stream of consciousness   I don't love my guru anymore.      You wonder why the hand of fate had to fall   on John when it could have been Paul,   but I've got records where he sings   equally embarrassing clap-trap falderal.   I gotta tell you that John Doe isn't dead.   He's just become an actor model instead,   and now the unheard music is feeble and it's too sick to    even cause a semblance of dread.      chorus      Total abandon was your theme of attack   as you abandoned everyone in a pack.   When you threw caution to the wind   you spent all the interim trying to get it back.   And the stillness that appeared to be deep   was just a tired man who counted on sheep,   oh, depleted, trying to cash in on a soul that's just a fashion.   And so I'll just let this lying dog sleep.      chorus