It's the same kind of story
 That seems to come down from long ago
 Two friends having coffee together
 When something flies by their window

 It might be out on that lawn
 Which is wide, at least half of a playing field
 Because there's no explaining what your imagination
 Can make you see and feel

 Seems like a dream
 They got me hypnotized
 Now it's not a meaningless question
 To ask if they've been and gone

 I remember a talk about North
 Carolina and a strange, strange pond
 You see the sides were like glass
 In the thick of a forest without a road
 And if any man's ever made that land
 Then I think it would've showed

 Seems like a dream
 They got me hypnotized
 They say there's a place down in Mexico

 Where a man can fly over mountains and hills
 And he don't need an airplane or some kind of engine
 And he never will
 Now you know it's a meaningless question
 To ask if those stories are right

 'Cause what matters most if the feeling
 You get when you're hypnotized
 Seems like a dream
 They got me hypnotized