Lyrics
Out from under the canopy
Let the mountain confuse you.
Don't get stuck on a word.
Don't let the ragtop misuse you.
Oh, you wanna bet, hey!—
There's still a little bit left, ah;
Kind of so funny, what's the word?
I don't know it.
All you really know is now it's not yours to know.
Out from under the fantasy
Let the real thing beside you.
Time is so sweet and absurd.
Don't let it guide you.
Just give a while, a little while
And see if it's not:
Kind of so funny, what's the word?
I don't know it.
All you really know is now it's not yours to know.