Tryin' To Catch The Wind

(альбом: The Magnificent Few - 2015)

She was fresh off the bus to Byron Bay
Must have lost her shoes
Oh, blue-bay blues
Can't wait to let her little freak-flag fly
And start spreading the news

She came to find herself
Inviting the universe down
Moon crystal gown
Japanese Rastas, delirium right here in town
Come, cross our own rainbow bridge (Of sighs)
It's good to have you around

In the land of flowers, milk and honey
You're as busy as a buzzing bee
I know a lot of this stuff ain't funny
Now one of us is lazy
Maybe just a little crazy
And I hope it's not me

You see some trouble
You got to fight it
When something's wrong
You got to right it
When are you gonna stop trying to catch the wind?
Ignorance, stupidity
You've got to drop it
And all the prejudice
You got to stop it
When are you gonna stop trying to catch the wind?

You'd have to believe the end is nigh
When the new lords and ladies and liege
Flash their quicksilver prestige
Their kiss is a contradiction
And their mind's under siege
From the moon to the misbegotten
Noblesse oblige

You say you heard the sound of one hand clapping
Behind electric cool-aid acid high
You kinda caught me napping
There must be something I'm missing
'Cause how come you're kissing the sky?

Everybody knows it
You're from out of town/You're new here in town
And they keep moving the chairs
When you go to sit down