Most days I just feel like my imagination is taking over...
Sometimes I\'m in never-never land
stumbling through this thing called life
like a pirate with a wooden leg
my conscience flits
between the endless world of nightmares
and the magical land of daydreams
where I swim from a ticking Croc
through the rivers on the back of a mermaids fin
run away from cannon balls with the lost boys
through the forest of trees
and fly through the stars with tinkerbell wings
second star on the right then straight on till morning...
Sometimes I\'m in wonderland
down the rabbit hole of life descending upon dreams
skipping through the forest
dancing with tweedle-dum and tweedle-dee
and a moon made of the Cheshire cats smile
singing to the flowers to put them to bed
getting lost in the darkness before being
ordered to paint the white roses red
when all I wanted to do was have a tea-party
with the mad-hatter and his friends and
go a little off my head...
Then other times I\'m wondering the
yellow brick road in the land of oz
with ruby-red slippers around my toes and
a little dog called toto.
helping the scarecrow to find his brain
search for the courage in a lions mane
squeaking down the cobblestones with the
tinman counting down the steps to his demise
as my eyelids slowly close...
falling asleep on the yellow brick road...
Lost in my own imagination world...