Synth Man

Oh synth man They’re asking again What’s the mindstate Who is the friend While the months pass Ambitions are grand From the inside Think about sand That you don’t see In your bedroom What of the hard times You never exhume Look to the highways Stare at the dry fields Maybe the sun’s out Maybe your mind’s real Have you been dreaming Or eyeing car wheels A cryptic message On how your heart feels Cause sometimes the art heals Oh synth man