Detour Thru Your Mind
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Your brain is an ever-changing kaleidoscope of moods and colors
We walk to the park, but it's melting in the dark
All of a sudden your mood changes and your face looks like a cake
Left out in the rain
Is your name MacArthur Parker?
Or is it Reba?
CHORUS
Detour through your mind, Supersaver to your mind
We seem to float by yesterday's child
The new you, the land time forgot and a horse with no name
As we go further into the gloom we chance upon a large orange room
A key pops out of your nose, we open the door
And all of a sudden we realize that we are no more
from ear to ear, from the here and now
I hear another galaxy spinning around
Who am I? Where am I going? How much will it cost?
A flash of blinding light and we're in an elegantly appointed doctor's office
It seems that doctor Aron Butterfly wants to dip us in plaster
And use us for bookends
We say to the doctor, "No, please, no!"
And then we get the doctor's bill, what a shock!
$16,000! and all he wanted to do was dip us in plaster!
CHORUS
Who am I? Where have I been? Where am I going? Do I need any luggage?
I need to leave my past behind
I need to leave my behind in the past
We walk to the park, but it's melting in the dark
All of a sudden your mood changes and your face looks like a cake
Left out in the rain
Is your name MacArthur Parker?
Or is it Reba?
CHORUS
Detour through your mind, Supersaver to your mind
We seem to float by yesterday's child
The new you, the land time forgot and a horse with no name
As we go further into the gloom we chance upon a large orange room
A key pops out of your nose, we open the door
And all of a sudden we realize that we are no more
from ear to ear, from the here and now
I hear another galaxy spinning around
Who am I? Where am I going? How much will it cost?
A flash of blinding light and we're in an elegantly appointed doctor's office
It seems that doctor Aron Butterfly wants to dip us in plaster
And use us for bookends
We say to the doctor, "No, please, no!"
And then we get the doctor's bill, what a shock!
$16,000! and all he wanted to do was dip us in plaster!
CHORUS
Who am I? Where have I been? Where am I going? Do I need any luggage?
I need to leave my past behind
I need to leave my behind in the past
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