Green Tinted Sixties Mind - Mr. Big

She just woke up, but she’s still tired

Is that the telephone ringing?

The curtains can’t hold back the light

That’s reachin' into her dreams

Down in her heart

If it had fingers, it’d be tearing it apart

You be lookin' groovy in a sixties movie

Maybe tell the press you died

Little legend baby

Try your very best to hide

A green-tinted sixties mind

She keeps some memories locked away

But they are always escaping

Neglect won’t make them fade away

They’re reaching into her dreams

Down in her heart

Don’t need fingers to be tearing it apart

Gotta face the day, there is no other way

To clear the fog inside your mind

Fill it up with dreams

But all that you can seem to find

A green-tinted sixties mind

Hangin' out with Janis

Movin' to Atlantis

Could’ve made it if you tried

What’s the point of force

It’s easy as a horse to ride

A green-tinted sixties mind

You be lookin' groovy in a sixties movie

Maybe tell the press you died

Little legend baby

Try your very best to hide

A green-tinted sixties mind