Tried to find myself, instead I found a stowaway,
Technicolor realm, a supersonic holiday,
When the drink has lost it’s fizz, like a dog returns to his,
Drowning in the ebb and flow,
Shove that conscience back; can’t afford and overload.
Looking up too high,
We fell away reaching for the sun ray,
Happened in the sixties, it happens today,
Psychedelic runaway, runaway.
Smack strap, flashback true,
Little Jackie’s got a bluish grin,
Face that empty tomb,
In vain she tries to fill it in,
Looking up too high,
She fell away reaching for a sun ray,
Feathers started melting as she flew the skies, searching for the undefined,
Happened in the sixties, it happens today,
Psychedelic runaway, runaway.
You don’t understand; you won’t.
You can’t grasp the plan; you won’t.
Looking up too high,
You fell away reaching for a sun ray,
Happened in the sixties, it happens today,
Psychedelic runaway,
Feathers started melting as you flew the skies, searching for the undefined,
Happened in the sixties, still happens today,
Psychedelic runaway, runaway.
