To speak with a prima ballerina's rage
 And speak of all the kingdoms
 That would swoop down
 Stick around
 Then proceed to ignore you

 No flash pot pan, guitar man
 Or resurrected Apollo myth
 To seal your fate
 Feed your plate
 And just plain worship and adore you
 But the pills you swill
 Bring you no thrill
 So travel lightly on the wing this time
 Leaving all your baggage behind

 As you wander through your vagabond stage
 And find yourself shovelling shit
 With a rusty jack-handle queen of a broken spade
 You must not be afraid
 You must turn the page

 You wore your goddess down
 In jaundiced disarray
 Your halo fell into decay
 Swiped by those you loved
 But could not hold in sway behind you
 And then the dry spell leaves
 At a low shutter speed
 Long enough for you to see
 That you create your own reality
 And that the wait alone will not enshrine you
 And the war that you swore
 Would pour through your door
 To come to your rescue this time
 Is all in your mind

 Now as you wander through your vagabond stage
 And you find yourself shovelling shit
 With a rusty jack-handle queen of a broken spade
 And you find yourself kicking dirt around
 With your Paris green pumps
 Of pentacles and precious jade
 You must not be afraid
 You must turn the page

 You dreamt a world of things
 Like you were a duchess born
 Or Coretta Scott King
 And the queen does not invite you over for a tea at her gaff
 In Scotland
 Or in Buckingham's back-yard

 Now I'm sure 'Van the Man' of whom I'm a fan
 Can surely understand
 As he said "It is not why, it just is."
 So therefore you need not remain scarred
 And in time you'll find
 That your salvation is mine
 As you travel lightly on the wing this time
 Leaving all your baggage behind

 Now as you wander through your vagabond stage
 And you find yourself shovelling shit
 With a rusty jack-handle queen of a broken spade
 And you find yourself kicking dirt around
 With your Paris green pumps
 Of pentacles and precious jade
 Pulling the roots from your hair
 Dyed from a bottle
 You saw in a windows with
 An 'Everything must go!!' sale sign
 Prominently displayed

 And yet waiting for your dancing
 On the edge of a precipice heart to sing
 Those serenading soul songs
 That fulfillingness and consciousness brings
 Releasing you from your captive cage
 Replacing love for all your rage
 Turning your hope on a rope's magic pope kaleidoscope
 Into a rabbit's foot parade
 You must not be afraid
 (Eyes forward babe)
 You must turn the page

 One thing is sure
 And that is change
 When the water's rising
 You can't remain
 Move to dry land
 Move to dry land
 You've got to move on