The Dalai Lama says I'm perfect But my daddy says I'm not Growing up fast on American pipe dreams Trips to the golden sun Can I find a way out of my abstract mind? Jesus and the pills never coincide Kicking me while I'm down Wandering blind twisted and twined Lovers they lead me astray Hugging Pacific coastal lines To San Fransisco Bay The voices tell me to lose myself And mama thinks it's a shame Sitting around in my thoughts all day Dreaming my life away Can I find a way out of my abstract mind? Jesus and the pills never coincide Kicking me while I'm down Wandering blind twisted and twined Lovers they lead me astray Hugging Pacific coastal lines To San Fransisco Bay