Rice

He had just returned from Monte Carlo
 He was on his way to Japan
 And everything they did made me want to emulate them
 Made me want to be just like them
 And his wife, looking very Japanese
 Had never been to Japan
 She sang Japanese songs, I tried my best
 To sing along
 And the sky was gray and it looked like it might rain
 And I decided that I was only eating rice from then on
 And he spoke of places and of people that I knew very well
 And I asked about them, it seemed painful for him to speak
 She said maybe later, if we go to the movies you can speak
 He was reading heavy books, and seemed burdened by his knowledge, she wore a thin Japanese robe
 And the sky was gray and it looked like it might rain
 And I decided that I was only eating rice from then on
 Hey, sweet dreams, great teacher
 Hey, great teacher, sweet dreams
 Hey, sweet dreams, great teacher
 Hey, great teacher, sweet dreams
 I will meditate each morning at the sunrise
 I will write down all of my dreams
 I will travel on the backroads, I will
 Keep myself open to whatever
 Every day I will learn a secret language
 I will make my living in the casino
 With 11 or less against a bust card
 I will double down
 And the sky is gray and it looks like it might rain
 And I've decided that I'm only eating rice from now on
 Hey, great teacher, sweet dreams. . . .