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