Strange morning, and even stranger day. I took my 
thoughts for a walk in the backyard. Digging for dreams I 
found them buried there, and in my mind I was a king. 
Living lifetimes in a day, in this fieldtown. Dreaming 
high on warehouse rooves, where lilies bend like men with 
broken backs. Street cars come humming down on pot-holed 
streets where our past is dead and lying. Living 
lifetimes in a day, in this fieldtown. (oh how we shudder 
'neath that sword) It moved to me like music through a 
room and now, now I live for song. Have heart and hang 
the past. Quiet the softer side. From here I go on 
laughing. Quiet comes the end this time. I'm finding 
system in these big thoughts. I'm thinking thoughts that 
shake the world that we all come from. Living lifetimes 
in a day, in this fieldtown.