Canyons and Caverns

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