It was the first day of May in the first year of a new century
The wind hit the Florida cattails with vigor and spite
c suspicious morning glow stood still past its hour
We were young and we were really high
You could see it in all our faces
Bursts of unsung songs taking flight in the minds of white skinned boys, barely dressed women
and mud foot children in the swamp from the city
Songs red and blue and fluttering in every color
Songs unlike the ones we've heard
Songs capable of daylight
Songs to defend the brave from cynic
We were feeling really good
So good I'd forgotten anything to forgive
I watched the bees twirl about
They blurred like sun rays through tears
It all became completely clear
The road is calling
You either answer or live with the regret of doubt of what could, maybe, might, have been
You either sing along or write your own song
You either implode in power and winds of stardust or you're a player in someone's hot pursuit of
happiness
How bad did we care for living?
My bags were packed long before I had bought them
The highway was lit before it was paved
I'm going somewhere that could change my mind
Somewhere that can tear me up
Somewhere that can build me back
cnd somewhere I could redefine love
True love and redemption only comes to the willing to be a kook
To be a Kooks in the sea, kooks in your home, kooks on