Your brain is an ever-changing kaleidoscope of moods and colors We walk to the park, but it's melting in the dark All of a sudden your mood changes and your face looks like a cake Left out in the rain Is your name MacArthur Parker? Or is it Reba?
CHORUS Detour through your mind, Supersaver to your mind
We seem to float by yesterday's child The new you, the land time forgot and a horse with no name As we go further into the gloom we chance upon a large orange room A key pops out of your nose, we open the door And all of a sudden we realize that we are no more
from ear to ear, from the here and now I hear another galaxy spinning around Who am I? Where am I going? How much will it cost?
A flash of blinding light and we're in an elegantly appointed doctor's office It seems that doctor Aron Butterfly wants to dip us in plaster And use us for bookends We say to the doctor, "No, please, no!" And then we get the doctor's bill, what a shock! $16,000! and all he wanted to do was dip us in plaster!
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Who am I? Where have I been? Where am I going? Do I need any luggage?
I need to leave my past behind I need to leave my behind in the past
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