I may be crazy,
Perhaps you can tell;
I have left adoring doe eyes
And burning stages
Behind me.
I may be crazy,
Perhaps you know;
Trying to marry the barley winds
And match horizon’s pace.
I may be crazy,
Perhaps you can see;
Hoping to sugar my tea
And change the world
Before bed-time.
I may be crazy;
I’m sure it’s true:
But I just want to
Believe in unicorns and
Have to ask:
Why don’t you?