Canyons & Caverns

On a mantle made of oakwood
 There's a photograph from my childhood
 It was taken in the desert early light
 I look a lot like a leprechaun
 With a Mexican vest and a red hippie hat on
 Maracas in my left hand and stick in my right
 And there are canyons, there are caverns
 There are border roadside taverns
 I am held captive by the big blue sky above me
 She naps with the TV on
 I smell the June cut grass from my pappys lawn
 I play alone in the little room upstairs, hey, hey, hey
 There are Lincoln logs and cookie tins
 And colored blocks and wars to win
 I draw and I dream and beat my drums up there
 There are circus lights and maple leaves
 And there are daffodils and dogwood trees
 And I am held captive by the big blue sky above me, yeah
 Now the coffee's strong and the fruit's all wrong
 And my, my wakeup call's for somebody else
 And now the TV's hoax and neurosis jokes
 Always keep my laughing at myself
 I laugh a lot and that's what I do
 And I learn the things that I never knew
 I see canyons, I see caverns
 And I see border roadside taverns
 And I am held captive by the big blue sky above me
 I'm captive only by the big blue sky
 I am held captive by the big blue sky above me