I got a date with the master, my friend

A sunday stroll in the surreal, so zen

From perfection to disaster again

Thanx for showing me what's real

A rendezvous with the psychic once more

She's sneaking thought into my brain I'm sure

Am I one of the cynic, the pure?

Am I one of the sane?

Who knows the troubled one that knows?

Prophets come and prophets go

And again I tried to think

That burden only made me sink

Crawling back to Isola to weep

Somewhere under the sea so deep

I don't know what to show ya that's neat

But it will be bigger than you and me

Who knows the troubled one that knows?

Prophets come and prophets go

And again I tried to think

That burden only made me sink