I was running
From imaginary vampire bats
I was shrieking at the moon
While Montezuma laughed

Oh, astral blues
And reds and greens and golds
I hope that I die
When I'm 100 years old

Looking like a New Yorker cartoon
Sleeping in a golden cocoon
With you

I was making love
To my sister from another life
I was stitching the seams of my open dreams
With a needle from a camel's eye

If I could give myself some advice
I'd go out of my mind right now
I'd stay here with my baby
Forever in the here and now

Looking like a New Yorker cartoon
Sleeping in a golden cocoon
With you

I was returning my salute
To the lieutenant paper bag
And my best friend, Farmer Dave
Lit me up so I could take a drag

My sister's former flame
Threw his shirt into the fire
An ancient child prodigy
A genius who inspires

Looking like a New Yorker cartoon
Sleeping in a golden cocoon
With you
With you
With you

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing
Writer(s): Johnathan Rice