Thinking Man
My couch is made of thoughts
My car is made of feet
My house is made of bone
My windows made of eyes
My roof is the thinking man...
My ears are the outdoors
My feelings are the universe
My soul is you just standing
There...
Mmmm mmm good
She wore flowers as her hair,
A single thought from her is a
Blanket.
And you she knows that I will be
There when I can,
Cause my roof is the thinking man
Color in the clouds
Color in the sky
Color in the grass
Color in the tree
Color in the people, it's beautiful
To see
Color in the fields
Color in the sound
Color in the love we have,
Now it's all around...
She's the bomb
She's the bomb