India

She looks weary, doesn't see
Talks in mysteries, floating free

She went off to India
She went off to India

She found a guru, who changed her name
Smashed her paintings, what a shame

She went off to India
She went off to India

She mystifies the cookies she bakes every morning
She'll trancend on anything
I feel her slip away
She tosses and turns everything you say
Like the wind on an autumn day

She looks weary, doesn't see
Talks in mysteries, floating free

She went off to India
She went off to India
She went off to India
She went off to India