I can't see like I used to
Got a place, got no view
There's a number I can call
But I can't get through
I'm living with these third eye blues
I wish I understood what made the world go round
From physics up to politics I got no ground
Like a flag come off a pole
I've been blowing around
And the ones who strung me up
Want to track me down
They're looking
You've got a gun, I've got this muse
You've got an answer but I don't believe
You're telling the truth
You flipped over the table when it was my move
Now I'm living with these third eye blues