Whaddya Think of Thant?

I’m moving out of town,
Gotta pack up all my bags
Might forget to say goodbye
I am flying
 
It’s time to ramble on
‘cause the sky has taken on
a different shade of blue
I ain’t lying
 
The water’s getting rusty
and the fields are getting dusty
The tombstones in the hills
say I’m dying
 
And whaddya think of that:
Me cutting through the clouds?
Whaddya think of that:
Me stepping outside of this shroud?
 
I get a twitching in my heels
reaching for the steering wheel
It’s all in how you feel
I am restless
 
The comedowns take their toll
I can’t be put down anymore
I’m a lover to the core
But I ain’t faceless
 
There’s a pretty song he sings
though it’s nothing to do with me
It’s just carved out in the trees
for the faithless
 
(chorus)
 
There’s a traveling band of gypsies
casting spells out on the deep seas.
One says Hand over your palm, please -
I’ve got a story

Says there's a ragged road ahead
You’ll meet some friends and then get fed,
But there’ll be spiders in the bed.
Beware of glory.
 
So I’ll ask before I go
Will you recall me, yes or no?
You’re silent, face down on the floor
That’s what you wanted
 
(chorus)