HATS OFF TO HOFMANN
Words & Music by Neil Pike ©1997
The angel, the ox and the eagle & snake
Were down at the crossroads, dividing the cake
And you can’t criticise what you helped to create
When it all comes true.

Sometimes it seems I’m inclined to the notion
That all that belongs here is earth, air & ocean
Forest, fresh water & most of the animals too
Except perhaps for me & you…

How much of this even really exists?
It’s an ocean of wonder, a mountain of bliss.
Most of the time, it’s a circular line we draw
Ane we still come back for more.
I don’t know how I would, I don’t know if I could
Even start to remember it.
Once in a while when the wind starts to smile and then
Well it all comes back again.

I came to a lake that was covered with fire.
Christened by love, I was burnt by desire.
All I could feel was a hunger that seemed quite real.

I reached for the moon and the stars seemed to shatter.
All that I knew was it doesn’t much matter.
My hooves were a’tapping, my wings were a’flapping
And the sky fell down.

How much of this even really exists?
It’s an ocean of wonder, a mountain of bliss.
Most of the time, it’s a circular line we draw
Ane we still come back for more.
I don’t know how I would, I don’t know if I could
Even start to remember it.
Once in a while when the wind starts to smile and then
Well it all comes back again.

And I dreamed of a world that was green again…