Read your book and lose yourself In another's thoughts He might tell you 'bout what is Or even 'bout what is not And if he's kind and gentle too And he loves the world a lot His twilight words may melt the slush Of what you have been taught You know what you could be Tell me, my friend Why you worry all the time? What you should been? Listen to the song of life Its rainbow's end won't hold you Its crimson shapes and purple sounds Softly will enfold you It gurgles through the timeless glade In quarter tones of lightning No policy is up for sale In case the truth be frightening You know what you could be Tell me, my friend Why you worry all the time? What you should be?