Atlas

The soul of all things*
 Floating around
 In echoes of darkness
 Specters of sound
 Cyphers of dreams
 Flown from the deep
 Floating around in his sleep
 And from the East came the sun
 And the morning light
 All morning white
 To cut a line in the corner of his eye
 And Atlas awoke
 Jonesin' to toke
 To quiet the thoughts all rumbling down
 Like a dam that done broke
 You lost your touch, he says
 Maybe you've got too much, he says
 Maybe you've got too much
 For what it's worth
 It was the sky on his shoulders
 Not the earth
 But Atlas just shrugged
 He's going back on the drugs
 Oh man I'm back on the drugs
 It's hard to get up
 When you're stuck in a rut
 When you're spinning around and around and around
 'Til you don't know what's what
 And I want to see every leaf
 On every tree, every leaf
 On every tree
 As he walked through the whirlwind of his home
 Every thing in the whole world that he did own
 Fell to his feat, calling for Change, Change, Change
 O, Change
 But Atlas just shrugged
 He's going back on the drugs
 Swallowed down that bitter slug
 And in full seriousness, he looked to the sky
 And he said, O!
 Why I want to see every leaf on every tree
 Who put all this burden on me?
 Let the beauty of the world rise around him
 Let the beauty of the world rise around him
 Let the beauty