I attended the school of the old
lunatics,
Eating sand and touching
sleep crystals,
Learning about the heroes of modern
design,
And deciding on an optimistic career.

And then I chose myself a graduate school
that promised nice things to children
like me,
And I paid with what I had, which was
all my future income, I had
no sympathy for the horseshit adult world,
not even mine.

But now I'm chasing wild geese
Are all the big ideas I used to have
slowly being starved out of me

Flashlights in the woods
I'm chasing wild geese
They asked me on monday
what did you do last weekend?
And i made them all smile
by mentioning beer

Goose chase
I cut checks to big ideas

To our right, that would be the poor farm,
and up above us, that would be
the trophy case

Goose chase
no one's buying big ideas
I eat snow for a living
and it would cause crisis to change
my mind.

In a world defined by debt
this song I'm drawing for you,
cross section of my mental state
problems to which no one can relate

I can't return the life I bought,
i have to use it, and
walk the fine line between
creativity and insanity.
Education was first,
poverty and struggle are now,
and insanity must be next.

I'll have to start using what I learned
from the old lunatics
and let chased geese stay wild
and establish my mesic guild

If only for the sake of having
dreams again
to invite you along and create
things unprecedented
If only for the sake of my artisan wife
If only for the sake of unbuckling

To show that landscape is music
To test if improvisation creates us
To fight desertification any way that I can
deserts in the soil and in the mind

Goose chase,
time to give that up and
by my hand create a nicer place
Outdoor space, the eternal frontier

Over fear of lost security taste
the thrill of the unknown,
Senses heightened and
tingling.