I`m Doin` Fine, Crazy Man

Thunder flash and lightening is working on my back The tables in the kitchen are tryin` to break my neck All the late night memories are leaning in my shoes My mother`s old grey leather gloves are singing loud the blues I can taste what`s in the sun No time to waste `cause there is none When I feel blue I see it shine But still it`s true I`m doin` fine You can`t see me `cause now I`m all free Now you know I`m through And all that`s not new Sitting on a paperback `cause I don`t know what really cracks I`m tryin` to climb my pencil to get high No one tells me what to do `cause no one knows what I`ve been through You don`t know a thing but you can learn It`s time to touch the sky My mind is free I fly I can taste