Lucy’s in the Sky

An unfamiliar place where you'd rather stay
A meditation plan when you sway and sink
I want a found out town for the caroller who sounds
Like white when the sun goes down

I swear I'll be alright although Lucy's in the sky
She waters the ground with gin she pours it out
Onto the shadow of her home-state tree
Shes not ready to let it be

In awe with the medals you burned for someone's heart
A scene you kept dreaming made you swollen then sharp

Find out town for the caroller who sounds
Like white when the sun goes down
Down
Down
Down