This man in mind is one of a curious kind He walks around the streets Not thinking were to go It's tuesday to the airport he goes Flag the cab he sits as the road goes by under the now boarding flight screen Pondering if he'll go to L.A. or Sudan His wallet says maybe tomarrow. you know, one of those weeks hell be stuck somewhere with few dollars just wonderin' where to go. Just along for the ride I dont think he wants to go somewhere maybe it's a trigger for ima...

The fog is cleared After the rain My mind is too Everyone is together Nothing much more left Oh those old feelings Wont they just dissolve Parades of people Listening to the favorite tunes Flags are markers Balloons are big when you fall, you will be helped by the man, in the street Pass the shit, over here Is that real tomatoe catsup Oh nothin but the best! Why have the real shit works just fine by itself? No need for additives just leave it as it sits these words ke...