(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's 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 she 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 poing 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

Try your very best to hide

A green-tinted sixties mind

- U can't hide -