I wonder if louis can hear me now?
i talk to him as if he can somehow
you got to live how you want to live
lately i don’t see myself in it

don’t see myself under this midnight sun
with my stances and my smoking gun
what’s the chances that i’ll harm none?
what’s that dance, and can it be done?

what’s that song, and can it be sung?
where’s my hat, can it be hung?
free when my heart has a tongue
and talks with you, my beloved

but what’s the chances that i’ll harm none?
what’s that dance, and can it be done?
what’s that song, and can it be sung?
what’s that song, and can it be sung?
what’s that song, and can it be sung?

i wonder if louis can hear me now?
i talk to him as if he can somehow
in the village, streetlights flashing
in the meetinghouse, fires crackling

on the pier window-shopping
in the springtime by stinging nettles
in my mouth tastes heavy metals
i’ll transmute it! case is settled

but in my northeast aura
i sense a canyon of goo
i’ll conjure the unicorns, they’ll fight too
pleaides, this one’s for you
the fountain of youth and the blue lagoon