I did not see the darkened sky 
I did not feel the pressure drop 
I walked down the primrose path 
I strolled along the garden walk 
The rain fell and washed away 
I built on sand 
I got swept away 

I went out and stirred the air 
(My soup was steeped in strange ideas) 
I breathed in, 
I breathed out 
I breathed in, 
I breathed out 
The rain fell and washed away 
I built on sand 
I got swept away 

I went out and looked around 
I went out 
And I came back! 
I walked down the primrose path 
I strolled along the garden walk 
The rain fell and washed away 
My bed of sand got swept away