The crime was looking up for truth,
And as the bombshells of my daily fears explode,
I try to trace them to my youth.
And then he had to bring up reincarnation,
Over a couple of beers the other night,
And now I'm serving time for mistakes made
By another in another lifetime.
How long til my soul gets it right,
How many human being ever reached that kind of light,
To call on the resting soul, of Galileo,
King of night vision, king of insight.
I think about my fear of motion,
I wish I never could explain,
Someone who flew across the ocean years ago,
Must've crashed his little airplane.
I'm not making a joke, you know me,
I take everything so seriously.
We wait for the time til our souls get it right,
Well at least I know there'll be no nuclear annihilation
In my lifetime, I'm still not right.
I offer thanks to those before me,
That's all I've got to say,
Maybe you squandered big bucks in your lifetime,
Now I have to pay.
But then again it feels like some sort of inspiration,
To let the next life off the hook,
Let's just see...look what I have to overcome from my last life,
I think I'll write a book.
How long (til my soul gets it right)
How long (til my soul getis it right)