Phillips People say we are sane Lock your doors and play the games Out in a constant search of fame If we tell them of our dreams Some but bright and subtle schemes Others true and honest means Oh you people out there With your marshmallow wills Your tragic days And your tranquillizer pills can't you see? People got to be believed Words have got to be perceived Won't you listen to us please? Maybe to you it's another day Do you want to see the sun Coming up in gray? Tell me what the difference is Between your life and pay Does the fire of your optimism Flare up in the dark? Can you come to me with open arms And strike the finite spark of love? Could be a case of velleity On your part my part Or anyone who thinks they see Through a decade an epoch Or maybe even centuries What do you think could be your reality? Does your breath go away For anything you plainly see? Talking to God or going on the nod Or freaking out a fancy free Take your time in the morning sun It lasts for half a day Speak your mind to your only son If that's what you have to say to him I know I'm living in utopia With a strangely cloying Absence of euphoria And the rapidly increasing senses of dementia The anticipation in my life Now lends an ear And I know I gotta choose Gonna win or gonna lose Ah maybe that's the fear I only hope that the choice of death Will be mine to make and clear Take your time in the morning sun It lasts for half a day Speak your mind to your only son If that's what you have to say to him