R.A.
He could take a pen and a napkin
Plan a trip past the galaxy
He could take a potion for love
Adjust his vision temporarily, yeah

R.A., R.A.'s on his way
To change the color of the day

He lived outside the law
But enrolled in it
Told stories sometimes hard to believe
Lived outside the law
But he rolled in it
Played St. Andrews game religiously

R.A., R.A.'s on his way
To change the color of the day

He spent eight days under the flake
On top of the temple, tryin' to see
Smoked hash and played chess with people
You will never see on T.V., yeah

R.A., R.A.'s on his way
To change the color of the day

You fall out of the stars
Hit the water hard
Wake up in the garden
Eyes strainin' to see
You run to the west
Bow to the east
And we all lose our seats... eventually, yeah

R.A., R.A.'s on his way
To change the color of the day.