The Window

Look through the window Look through the window Through the window of my mind There you may find There you may find An answer without a question Whisper a world-wide secret in a deaf man's ear And tell him lies Give him wrong directions To the Sun Look through the window Look through the window Through the window of my heart There you may find There you may find A question without an answer Show Picasso's work to a blind man And teach him to paint Give him wrong directions To the Earth Look through the window Look through the window Through the window of my soul There you may find There you may find A vector without direction Speak of fashion with a nudist And tell her what you see Give her wrong directions To the Moon Look through the window Look through the window Into the other side There you may find There you may find Yourself without possessions Open your eyes and ears And teach yourself to be Ask for directions To strawberry fields Look through the music Look through the music Across the universe There you may find There you may find A walrus without eggmen Bring him a tune And he'll teach you harmony Ask for directions To inspiration One of my droning, trippy, repetitive guitar tunes, this song found me near the end of my "Beatles phase" in high-school, with many major questions about life, the universe, religion, drugs, sex, alcohol and reality.