Lyric

Lady in a turbantesque tasseled hat

Polishing her red-hot hubcap

Next door

Baby scrawls his brains out on a crayon floor

And everywhere is a sight to adore

In a field of woolly talking horses

Kaleidoscope-like visions distort us

Leads us to the mess we're looking for

A broken holy stone pointed through a tiny window

And I (And I)

And I (And I)

I know it's true (Know it's true)

Where we are (Where we are)

So I

Oh

I

I

We'll be returning soon

Into the garden of the moon

Every driver touching silk on the wheel

Horn-horn like a golden seal

Next door

Baby scrawls his brains out on a crayon floor

And everywhere is a sight to adore

Past a lamp post smoking licorice

Past a gargoyle lilin man

Into the mess we're looking for

Through the tiny window four directions to go to the door

(I'm returning where?)

(Where am I going?)

I'm going into the garden of the moon

I am going back there

I know it's true

It feels like that is soon

And I (And I)

And I (And I)

I know it's true (Know it's true)

Where we are (Where we are)

So I

Oh

I

I

We'll be returning soon

Into the garden of the moon