To the joker with no home And the fool sat on the throne And the wasted time that you've spent Chasin' times you never meant So what passions are you grieving This feeling you'r conceiving I believe what I hear is the hymn, in my mind As the days have passed you by And the dreams that made you fly And the deserts that turned to fields But you know how it gets so real So what passions are you grieving This feeling you'r conceiving I believe what I hear is the hymn, in my mind Paranoia, will destroy your mind But if you can change direction There still might be time To the joker with no home And the fool sat on the throne And the wasted time that you've spent Chasin' times you never meant So what passions are you grieving This feeling you'r conceiving I believe what I hear is the hymn, in my mind Paranoia, will destroy your mind But if you change direction There still might be time