Far Out

Tell me is there vacancy

In the house beyond the green?

I'm in the fountain of asking

I'm asking

Always a diamond to make

Everybody smiling on the take

Everybody wheeling around

Just to make the sun come down

Everybody knows the rain

When it comes around

Call it

Clearing

Over the top they all cried

Mad the murder in their eye

Ten walked out one Sunday

To fill the sky in

Well, there was no one to see

Just a boy beyond the trees

Picking psilocybin

Far out

Far out

Far out

Oh, so far out

"Time to make a new plan"

Said the gravedigger man

"How am I to make a killing

What with all of this living?

It's abysmal, the state of the union"

And the dogs begin to howl

As they walked through empty mile

At last the trees did lean in to make a suggestion

"Well, we know where they all hang

Yeah, the hoodlums and the gangs

Those that read all the books stacked to the ceiling

Well, they've been cutting us down

They've been messing us around

And they asked us all to stay a-sleepin'

Treason

Yeah, we call it treason!"

There's a time to wail around

And there's a time to be aware

There's a time to make everything nice and even

Well, he stood in the hall

Feeling good and proud and tall

Found the meaning to a long-forgotten secret

I was waking in the bath

Void of purpose, void of path

When I heard them on the outside of the district

Far out

Far out

Far out

Oh, so far out

One said, "The violence has begun

We're together all as one

If we don't act now, it'll be tomorrow"

Well, I seen the show before

So I left and closed the door

Went out walking to the nearest forest clearing

There was nothing there to see

Just a boy beyond the trees

Picking psilocybin

Far out

Far out

Tell me is there vacancy

Out in the house beyond the trees?

I'm in the forest of asking

Oh no, I'm asking