Stars Classic


Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Legend of a Mind - The Moody Blues

Legend of a Mind

Timothy Leary's dead.
No, no, no, no, he's outside, looking in.

He'll fly his astral plane,
Take you trips around the bay,
Brings you back the same day, Timothy Leary.

Along the coast, you'll hear them boast,
About a light, they say that shines so clear.
So raise your glass, we'll drink a toast,
To the little man who sells, you thrills along the pier.

He'll take you up, he'll bring you down,
He'll plant your feet back firmly on the ground.
He flies so high, he swoops so low,
He knows exactly which way he's gonna go.
Timothy Leary.