Shadows of Your Mind

Every morning and afternoon
 when they gypsy sailors ride
 No one can tell you
 what it's like inside
 Standing by a parking meter
 having someone's Grade 2 Reader
 And you know you've got to find it
 Deep in the Shadows of your Mind
 And the Mormon Tabernacle Choir
 sings every day
 But they never tell you
 what you ought to say
 Playing with a paper Santa Claus
 never knowing where it was
 They're just people who are kind
 Sleeping in the Shadows of your Mind.
 And the stars come out but you're
 not there. What do you see?
 And you want to tell me
 it's a mystery?
 And the road is climbing down,
 everybody's on the ground
 Better find a place to hide
 Deep in the Shadows of your Mind.
 When the scarlet shadows come
 and you can't feel afraid
 And you start to wonder
 if you should have stayed
 And the rolling hills of doom come
 to offer you a room
 And you know you've got to find
 Sleeping in the Shadows of your Mind
 Shadows of your minds
 Yes they're just Shadows
 of your Mind
 Shadows of your Mind
 Oh they're just Shadows
 of your Mind