going down to strawberry fields
nothing's real...but that's all right
minds are blowing...mine is still
eyes are closed, but still there's sight

use your third eye to observe
in my tree, i heard a voice
when hung up, i feel unnerved
yes and no, my final choice

i dive into...dreams...for information
prone to have mass...hallucinations
my head going boom boom boom
drugs, i take...ease your mind
and ride that stream back home

i feel no violence in my mind
though some would think i was a nut
screaming like the river's whine
though my mouth's remaining shut

though, i'm tripping out today
i know a record, i must cut
i write down the words i say
man, this acid kicks my butt

i was feeling weird from the scenery
the ten foot flowers and the greenery
their stalks going boom boom boom
hey, they said...taxi's here...
its come to take you home

a blur of colors, all i've get
my swirling eyes roll merrily
i walk the wire without a net
and bring to you, the inner me

my delusions seem all wet
i'm never close to sanity
but i ain't reached the bottom yet
wait until the seventies

oh sure...i took drugs...for the amusement
i'll tell ya what the words...to my tunes meant
they meant i was doomed doomed doomed
hey...i died...
but i left my songs...just take my record home