Dear Mr. Okada, I am writing this letter
For I find your life echoes mine in the strangest ways
I just had to write you
The man who created you
Oh, what a beautiful mind
Oh, what a lovely head to get inside
Peek around, sit astride
Ooh ooh, no one invited me
Ooh ooh, no one invited me
Me, me
Do you drink the water or the wine?
Do you drink the water or the wine?
Oh, Mr. Okada, I have stepped into your fiction
Which is fantasy and reality to me, don't you see?
Oh, I am ready, set the teeth to the thigh, one ear to the soil
With my bridle held way up high
Ooh, no one invited me
Ooh ooh, no one invited me
Me, me
Do you drink the water or the wine?
Do you drink the water or the wine?
I catch the train, sit next to you
As we chit-chat, the coast falls away
And a lullaby of steam and time
It throws me into a fitful sleep
The branches point, they are like pistols
They urge along our playful minds
And on into the deep dark forest
We will whinny and we will whine
And with sugared feet we flee the captors
We precede
We run real deep
And I come to as the train approaches
And you are gone and I'm all alone again
Do you drink the water or the wine?
Do you drink the water or the wine?
Dear Mr. Okada
No one invited me
Me