Other Places

You always dress in flowers
And daisy chain for hours
So get your chair low and smoke at the wall
You’re like a mad, mad hatter
With all your crazy patterns
I just don’t know what to make of it all
What to make of it all
As I feel myself fall
I will listen half the time
You start talking, I don’t mind
Then I float away into
Other places far from you
You make up little stories
And have all kinds of worries
I feel your blood pressure starting to rise
You think you are so clever
Whenever we’re together
To many lows and not enough highs
No not enough highs
As I roll back my eyes
I will listen half the time
You start talking, I don’t mind
Then I float away into
Other places far from you