It's the same kind of story That seems to come down from long ago Two friends having coffee together When something flies by their window It might be out on that lawn Which is wide, at least half of a playing field Because there's no explaining what your imagination Can make you see and feel
Seems like a dream (they) got me hypnotized
Now it's not a meaningless question To ask if they've been and gone I remember a talk about north Carolina and a strange, strange pond You see the sides were like glass In the thick of a forest without a road And if any man's ever made that land Then I think it would've showed
Seems like a dream (they) got me hypnotized
They say there's a place down in mexico Where a man can fly over mountains and hills And he don't need an airplane or some kind of engine And he never will Now you know it's a meaningless question To ask if those stories are right 'cause what matters most if the feeling You get when you're hypnotized
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