Rice Paper Rehab Lyrics

Wake to the kettle, whistle its song

Charlotte's beside me, she's been there all night long

A guest in her company, mind if I stay

You say the word lady, I'll be on my way

They call her the seamstress, dare I contest

For what good is spinning invisible thread

A string around my finger, I wonder the why

She says, boy, remember, you're tied to the sky

Try, try as I might, I can hardly catch more than a glimpse of her sight

A vanishing gift, a chance to exist aha

She brought me to Alice, on Mockingbird Hill

In wooden-walled womb we lie, naked and still

Born to an audience of a thousand green eyes

They study me gently, awaiting my cry, awaiting my cry

I've seen what's behind me, I know what's ahead

The latter is naught but a dream in my head

The scribbled confessions, the blood on the page

This rice paper rehab's, the penance I've made

Try, try as I might, I am seldom where I am, the traveler's plight

Seek ye shall find, it's all in the mind aha