On a mantle made of oakwood There's a photograph from my childhood It was taken in the desert early light I look a lot like a leprechaun With a mexican vest and a red hippie hat on Maracas in my left hand, stick in my right There are canyons there are caverns There are boarder roadside taverns I am held captive by the big blue sky above me She naps with the tv on I smell the june cut grass from my pappy's lawn I play alone in the little room upstairs There are lincoln logs and cookie tins Colored blocks and wars to win I draw and I dream and beat my drums up there There are circus lights and maple leaves There are daffodils and dogwood trees I am held captive by the big blue sky above me Now the coffee's strong And the fruit's all wrong And my wakeup call's for somebody else And the tv's hoax and neurosis jokes Always keep my laughing at myself And I laugh a lot that's what I do And I learn the things I never knew And I see canyons I see caverns I see border roadside taverns And I am held captive by the big blue sky above me I am held captive only by the big blue sky I am held captive by the big blue sky above me
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