Garden Of Simple

Some crazy fucker carved a sculpture out of butter

And propped it up in the middle of the bonanza breakfast bar

And i am stuffing toast and sausage into my pockets

Under a sign that says grand opening

While my dog is waiting in the car

I wake up, i check out

I fill the tank and wash the windshield clean

Then i'm back out on the highway

And BANG that's when i remember my dream:

We were standing in a garden

And i had a machine that made silence

It just sucked up the whole opinionated din

And there were no people on the payroll

And there were no monkeys on our backs

And i said, show me what you look like

Without skin

Science chases money

And money chases its tail

And the best minds of my generation

Can't make bail

But the bacteria are coming to take us down

That's my prediction

It's the answer to this culture

Of the quick fix prescription

But in the garden of simple

Where all of us are nameless

You were never anything but beautiful to me

And, you know, they never really owned you

You just carried them around

And then one day you put 'em down

And found your hands were free

So now it's early in the morning

At the longitude of memphis

And the sun is setting sweetly on hong kong

And the big plan is just to keep spinning

Cuz the big bang is only just beginning

And sometimes it's all that we can do just to hang on

And what i meant to say is xxoo which means i'm thinking of ya

Which means i've been thinking of you

All along