Under the heavens and under the sea there's a friend I don't know, who holds the right key.

Mirror that lies, mirror that lies, that can't be me in the gorilla disguise.

The beautiful people in the magazines, got the normal ones living beyond their means.

And I wound up in New Orleans for all those years and it was a great place, really a catalyst creatively.

Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends. If I knew, I might toss out my anchor.

I've always found drugs and alcohol somewhat pedestrian. It's like, I don't need an external agent to open my mind. I'm here, conscious, alert, present. Why would I alter that?

We're weird roman candles burning bright at both ends. At the end of the road's where this story begins. Where the green of the gulf meets the blue of the sea. What makes it all happen is still a mystery to me. But those crazy days and those crazy ways, we never want to undo. We'll be together, now and forever.