Story Behind The Song
The song is a day in the life of the protagonist wandering around Healthy Acres, trying to prevent his "roll your own" cigarettes from getting stolen by another community member. The background narrator is wondering why this person is in here.
Song Description
Breezy and whimsical tune about a person in an insane asylum with cool strings and keys.
| Song Length |
6:17 |
Genre |
Pop - Rock, Folk - Rock |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Composed, Welcoming |
Subject |
Sanity/Insanity, Frustration |
| Similar Artists |
Beatles, Donovan |
Era |
2000 and later |
Lyrics
The room is 6x8
I must take care not to be late
The wait this unbearable state
Just to walk around the grounds
Are you thinking the locked doors
Hide some crowd
Is there gonna be trouble
If they're found
The souls are in a drawer
This by now you know of course
Don't touch don't breathe a word
Of the secrets that you've heard
Are you thinking the windows
Know something more
Than the waters rolling up the shore
You're taking all my cigarettes
And rolling all my cigarettes
And setting all them out in the sun
You're waking me up in the head
And shaking me out of my bed
And tolerating no one who comes
Baby could you turn around
So maybe I could see your shiny parts
Maybe you could slow your roll
So baby I could find the flow
Baby could you look at me
So maybe I could learn to see
Baby since you love my fags
Maybe you could light my way
You're taking all my cigarettes
And rolling all my cigarettes
And setting all them out in the sun
You're waking me up in the head
And shaking me out of my bed
And tolerating no one who comes