Goose chase

Not good enough to make them heads bob

Not good enough to make their heads nod

Like "Ah yeah, I see what he's saying,

He found this piece of this my paper

That's hiding out in my crainum"

"I thought about being brain dead but he found my brain again"

But I lose it and it leaves no clues

If I stop the flow's in a noose

The words come in a gander

and I'm left chasing a goose

Ideas wanna be pampered

While I'm reaching for truth

The illustrious dancer

Who promises answers

Just not on the dance floor

But it's all just a ruse

The beat don't stop

And this me who is search for me don't stop

I'm just finding my muse

And I'm just hitting my stride and swear it's just out of view

But I glanced back at the truth,

So what more can I do?

 

Here we are in the presence of this dillaiscious beat

To join music and meaning in this real-igious feat

So all the real feel this

and even the sick witness

that all of this cure illness

if they can sit with it

It's far from

 

 

 

 

One hand reaching for each but my eyes on neither

I divide in my mind but then I see them as equal

 

If I'm finding me I don't need no views

And I don't need no group and I don't need not blues

I feel that this pasttime is like a slackline

I don't need a reason to balance, I just do.