Bibbeck

The Brown, Brown Grass of Home

The grass blowing in the wind

And also through my mind

The smoke still lingers

With the breath of time.

My mind\'s screwed-up

My body\'s burnt out

All I can do

Is scream and shout.

Bright-eyed

Wide-eyed

People look at me

I\'m so frightened of what they see.

The butt of the cigarette

Goes out like a light

But inside this shell

My heart still burns through the night.

I\'m looking down at you

I\'m up in the sky

My mind\'s exploding

Because I\'m so high.

I fall from the cliff

Lying flat on the ground

Lush green pastures

Now turn to brown.

And still the grass

Keeps blowing in the wind!