The world’s like one big couch tonight The moon’s on fire with candle light The night looks down upon here golden shafts of sight We’ll take the short road to the answer
About those questions that you asked When do you truly know someone Why does the grass stand tall avoiding scorching sun We’ll take the short road to the answer
We’ve got to take the shorter route There’s no institute There’s no substitute For not thinking too much You don’t explain the fruit You just taste the fruit And there’s no substitute For not think too much
There is no number I should know That counts the things you’ve done before I like this feeling I’ve got going on tonight We’ll take the short road to the answer
We’ve got to take the shorter route There’s no institute There’s no substitute For not thinking too much You don’t explain the fruit You just taste the fruit And there’s no substitute For not think too much
Your brain is a hole and it can’t get out Like a coffee pot with a telescopic spout You’ll never have it figured if you think it’s figured out There’s no substitute for not thinking too much