Mellow was the world when it began
The alphabet and a master plan
Settled in the trees and growing like a vine
A delivery arriving back in time

The officer revolt walks the beat with a bang
For a millisecond and a boomerang
As they walk away singing the peace is not so strong
To turn the inside to the out and right to wrong

But silly as it is, when you can bang your head
And who needs history when time just moves ahead
As everything you want brings something else instead
A hammerhead might taste the blood

A ladybug might see the red
There was a princess, her friend the mouse, and his little cheese
And she wore these tiny slippers wear you'd think her toes were squeezed
As she smiles on a swing, glides above a flower bed

The gentle nature of a woman gives me hope to rest my head
And hope fuels generations
And hope can start your car
And hope is the root of fantasy

It's nothing but a star
Which may be fleeting, may be bright
May keep you staring at the night
Where one might question what life will be
Quietly, I ask myself, 'Is there still hope for me?'
Hope is a generation
Bang your head in the car
And what is the root of fantasy?
Lay your bet on a star