Well I've got a lot to say in my own way It won't materialize in speech You'll only see it in the structure of skin Of secondhand smoke You know that it's a joke You know that we could put you on I was destroyed by death today perhaps I'll run away There is no peace in songs they sing Maybe some comfort is to come travelling I find it in a dog I find it in a drug I find it but I don't know where to put it then it's gone My transport has arrived My chariot's a-waitin' Down yonder under the hill Invisibility Nonexistent