I’m gonna sit on a big fluffy cloud nLooking down at the tops of the heads of the crowdsnMoving round and around the dark center of townnWith their eyes all searching for something that can’t be foundnI’m gonna laugh at the top of my lungs til nI can’t quite remember just what the joke was nBut the laughter will fill up my body with lovenWhich is always what I’ve been told I’m supposed to want nnAnd I’m gonna fly on a plane to the sky nWhich my mind will devise using science that’s being forgotten nCause I’m getting bored of the town of New York nHow the world’s been transformed into a big apple and it’s gotten so rotten nnWhile all the world makes money so stoically nI will be building my home out of poetrynScraps of old volumes, wire and glue, nWill be something, though feeble, it’s all I can donIn the back of the room my fingers will shakenWith the fury of someone with something to makenThat will take him so far, far away from this place nThat he’ll never look back at all the worms and the snakes nnAnd they’ll lick at my heals, but they aren’t even real nI will twirl and wheel through the skyway, high over the steeplenAnd I’ll take you with me and we’ll grow old and lovely nWe’ll eat fine apples from the tree of knowledge of good and evil nYou won’t know about that nnBurning with all the things I must do nTo get free of the wasteland of wire and gluenI am wandering from cage to cage at the Bronx zoo nAnd I’m renaming all of the animals nI can’t just wait on my knees in the chapelnTo be bitten into like a worm in the apple nI’m digging for freedom, guitar for a shovelnI’m dirty; my fingertips hurt me nnThe kids of Atlantis, magazines beneath the mattress nWith their names in the atlas of heartbreak are calling my name nAnd I’m feeling baffled, the worm in the apple,nBut the cold water tap will rain down upon menAnd nothing will be the samenIt’s all gonna be different nownI hope.