Kicking Stones

Kicking stones on an old dirt road feelin’

Dear-dejected and all alone

When I looked up ahead I thought my mind

I’d blown

On a giant toad-stool sat a Teeny-tiny gnome

He was all involved in a game of solitaire but

Said “hello” with a smile, just like I wasn’t there

I kicked the dirt some more and he said, “please don’t start a fight”

Found a church-key in his pocket and he opened up his pipe

He blew some silver circles

Wound his fingers in his beard

And from that pipe came magic music

Like I’d never heard

As the notes came floating in, I picked up both my ears

I walked into a drive-in, hadn’t felt so starved in years

A rabbit waiter took my order and quickly disappeared

He said, “the parties over, please come back in a thousand years”