You can lie to me if that helps you get it out
Couldn't give a damn so long's we're making ground
And I
Won't hound the truth down
Whatever web you spin all I ask's you make it count
You can ride with me in my rusted v8 truck
Teach you to meditate without giving the anger up
You won't need
To follow me around
To know a weight that great ain't fun to carry 'round
And he read
The body is a bodhi tree
The mind is like a mirror
Always wipe it clean
Don't let it gather dust
To which he replied:
Bodhi isn't a tree
What's clear isn't a mirror
Actually there isn't a thing
Where do you get this dust?