(Composição: Paul Gilbert) She just woke up, but she's still tired Is that the telephone ringing? The curtains can't hold back the light That's reaching into her dreams Down in her heart If it had fingers, it'd be tearing it apart You be lookin' groovy In a sixties movie Maybe tell the press you died Little legend baby Try your very best to hide A green-tinted sixties mind She keeps some memories locked away But they are always escaping Neglect won't make them fade away They're reaching into her dreams Down in her heart Don't need fingers to be tearing it apart Gotta face the day There is no other way To clear the fog inside your mind Fill it up with dreams But all that you can seem to find A green-tinted sixties mind Hangin' out with Janis Movin' to Atlantis Could've made it if you tried What's the point of force It's easy as a horse to ride A green-tinted sixties mind You be looking groovy In a sixties movie Maybe tell the press you died Little legend baby Try your very best to hide A green-tinted sixties mind U can't hide
