A man leaves home
He goes to the store
Says hello to the clerk
Outside it starts to pour
When the man returns
His wife's face has changed
His children renamed
The pictures rearranged
She says
That's just your mind baby
That's just your mind playing tricks on you
Give it time baby
Give it time maybe I'll come through
The man collapses
She grabs him by the shirt
Punches him with a kiss
He comes back to her
They go outside to see the super moon
But it's just a lead balloon
Rushing out of view
She says
That's just your mind baby
That's just your mind playing tricks on you
Give it time baby
Give it time maybe I'll come through
Frantically wondering
Is he playing a role
The man makes overtures
She stares straight at her phone
It all goes through her
Yes, even the breeze
He doubts his life of ease
Here comes Socrates
The man talks softly
In the waitress' ear
He kindly asks for some rum
She says there ain't none here
The waitress returns
With the alcohol
There's rum after all
Was some kind of miracle
She says
That's just your mind baby
That's just your mind playing tricks on you
Give it time baby
Give it time maybe we'll come through