Shadows of Your Mind

Every morning and afternoon
When the gypsy sailors ride
No one can tell you
What it’s like inside
Standing by a parking meter
Having someone’s Grade 2 Reader
And you know you’ve got to find
Deep in the shadows of your mind
And the Mormon Tabernacle Choir
Sings everyday
But they never tell you
What you ought to say
Playing with a paper Santa Claus
Never knowing where it was
They’re just people who are kind
Sleeping in the shadows of your mind
And the stars come out but you’re not there, what do you see?
And you want to tell me
It’s a mystery
And the road is climbing down
Everybody’s on the ground
Better find a place to hide
Deep in the shadows of your mind
When the scarlet shadows come
And you can’t feel afraid
And you start to wonder
If you should have stayed
And the rolling hills of doom
Come to offer you a room
And you know you’ve got to find
Sleeping in the shadows of your mind
Shadows of your mind
Yes they’re just shadows of your mind
Shadows of your mind
Oh they’re just shadows of your mind