Strange

[Scatts] Strange because I believe it is my future Staring back at me With eyes so light I never dreamed it could be Anything else than what they could see Oh, they are colors That collide and scope My heart belongs into Magnificent ever-changing patterns do Im wide awake at the wheel It's oh so crazy because I can see It could be my presence So pleasantly deprived Ive never seen the explained prophecies Or anything else it should be Oh they are troubled And disguised behind wise eyes and wise crackin smiles Hypnotized behind a panel On a thirty hour drive Im not at all what I seem But my intentions are practical inventions Forgot to mention Im insane by definition Were taking pictures on the paper No escape, the morning after I outride the wave But all in all, it's unlikely I'll succeed Said, all in all, it's unlikely But all in all, it's unlikely I'll succeed All in all, I said, it's unlikely But all in all, it's unlikely we'll succeed All in all, I said, it's unlikely But all in all, it's unlikely I'll succeed Ive developed a lovely distaste for your heart on my sleeve (Scatting) We keep it simple Keep it clean Keep repeating the words as often as you need Oh, think, think Blinks like a turning signal me to Turn, turn away oh From anything good, people say Oh now, I will be selective, calm, cool and collective And listening to the voice and it's perspective Hoping that the choices, appropriately respected Are protecting me, are protecting me Hey, hey, protecting me, protecting me And I would like a little sugar in my coffee I would like a little dream And I'd prefer another smoke before the morning Or anything else in between But all in all, it's unlikely I'll succeed Said, all in all, it's unlikely All in all, it's unlikely well succeed All in all, I said, it's unlikely But all in all, it's unlikely I'll succeed All in all, I said, it's unlikely But all in all, it's unlikely I'll succeed Ive developed a lovely distaste for your wide open spaces I sense a delay Oh, brushing my mind and scrubbing behind all the places I feel there's decay Of information oh yeah Away, I say run, boy (scatting) It's so wicked and it's wild Your past, your former style Oh they can make believe in Knowing why you're leaving home You're just wanting to be on your own I said, you're wanting to be on your own Wanted to be on your own