Tell me is there vacancy in the house beyond the green
I'm in the fountain of asking
I'm asking
Always a diamond to make, everybody smiling on the take
Everybody wheeling around, just to make the sun come down
Everybody knows a rain when it comes around
Calling
Clearing
Over the top they all cried, mad, the murder in their eye
Ten walked out one Sunday to fill the sky in
Well there was no one to see, just a boy beyond the trees
Picking psilocybin
Far out
Far out
Far out
Oh, so far out
"Time to make a new plan"
Said the gravedigger man
"How am I to make a killing
What with all of this living?
It's abysmal the state of the union"
And the dogs begin to howl as they walked through empty mile
At last the trees did lean in to make a suggestion
"Well, we know where they all hang near the hoodlums and the gangs
Those that read all the books stacked to the ceiling
Well they've been cutting us down, they've been messing us around
And they asked us all to stay a-sleeping
Treason
Yeah, we call it treason!"
There's time to wail around
There's a time to be aware
There's a time to make everything nice and even
Well, he stood in the hall
Feeling good and proud and tall
Found a meaning to a long forgotten secret
I was waking in the bath
Void of purpose, void of path
When I heard them on the outside of the district
Far out
Far out
Far out
Oh, so far out
One said "the violence has begun, we're together all as one
If we don't act now it'll be tomorrow"
Well, I've seen this show before, so I left and closed the door
When out walking into the nearest forest clearing
There was nothing there to see just a boy beyond the trees
Picking psilocybin
Far out
Far out
Tell me is there vacancy out in the house beyond the trees
I am in the forest of asking
Oh no, I'm asking