the boy with the spotlight eyes
makes his way out to the field
to peer across the bending earth
he puts on his eyeglasses
so he can see the liquid breeze
as it fingers through the skyline's hair
and he just about loses his mind
in all this magnificence ,
there's just one thing he still needs to find
will he find it?
who really ever finds it?

the girl with oblivious joy
flutters 'round the leaves on the trees
and lands upon the freshest bloom
she takes out her kaleidoscope
and points it toward the halogen sky
and twirls away the colors of her freedom
and she just about loses her mind
in this neverending easel
there's one color she still can't find
will she find it?
does anybody find it?
you're the star of the picture
you're the writer of this song
you're the method to the madness
won't you call me home
but you're a needle in a haystack
you're water in the desert
you're a body in the sea
where can you be?

you're the star of the picture
you're the writer of this song
if there's a method to this madness
won't you call me home.