Lucid - Joker's Daughter

Rushing 'til the dawn comes to paint the wheat fields gold

Running out of time before the madness calls

He’s got a ball and chain wrapped, and checks the lock three times

Stepping over pavement cracks, he thinks the worst of all

And his rolling eyes

Capture crowded skies

And the smell of age bounce off the page and onto canvas come alive

How could such a giant troll begin to fly so high?

With his tiny fairy wings and hair and long brown cloak

He starts to chase me through the hedged maze at 90 miles an hour

Hovering above the ground, we’re all so very tall

And his big, round nose

Smells the purple rose

And the talking owls spread their wings open and encompass come alive

Rushing 'til the dawn comes to paint the wheat fields gold

Running out of time before the madness calls

He’s got a ball and chain wrapped, and checks the lock three times

Stepping over pavement cracks, he thinks the worst of all

And his rolling eyes

Capture crowded skies

And the smell of age bounce off the page and onto canvas come alive

Flying like a witch to somewhere;

think it’s Mexico

I got a pair of black buckled shoes;

they lead me there

And there’s a man who wants to sell me things;

he wears a sombrero

Jumping back and forth in time and in and out of home

And the dusty roads

Fill my artist’s nose

And the smell of sage evaporate enhancing senses come alive

Rushing 'til the dawn comes to paint the wheat fields gold

Running out of time before the madness calls

He’s got a ball and chain wrapped, and checks the lock three times

Rushing 'til the dawn…