Mythical Kings And Iguanas

I have flown to star-stained heights

On bend and battered wings

In search of mythical kings

Mythical kings



Sure that everything of worth

Is in the sky and not the earth

And I never learned to make my way

Down, down, down where the iguanas play



I have ridden comet tails

In search of magic rings to conjure

Mythical kings

Mythical kings



Singing scraps of angel-song

High is right and low is wrong

And I never taught myself to give

Down, down, down where the iguanas live



Astral walks I try to take

I sit and throw I ching aesthetic bards

And tarot cards are the cords to which I cling

Don't break my strings



(I wish you would)

Or I will fall

(I wish I could, I wish I could

I wish I could)



Curse the mind that mounts the clouds

In search of mythical kings

And only mystical things

Mystical things



Cry for the soul that will not face

The body as an equal place

And I never learned to touch for real

Or feel the things, iguanas feel

Down, down, down



Where they play

Teach me, teach me

Teach me, reach me