She's had a psychotic dream
For the last ten days.
She feels as if she's sinking
In and out, in and out, in and out of things.
She combs up her hair
She think she's a queen
Starts telling all the choir boys she's this
and where she has been.
She dresses in black only for the occasion
She thinks she's a negro, but she's only caucasian.
She can't tune in
She can't get off that bus
She can't grab hold
She's a mess this girl
And ...
Instead of watching my own dream
This is not what it seems, so calculated
Now that it's completed.
I'm cautious with daylight, I'm frightened by sunlight
But I know those nights have to keep me from harm.
Please try.
Keep on keeping me from harm.