Текст песни The Music in My Head - Michael Franks

I like to stay up late at night reading
In a one-half lotus, past midnight in my bed
I like to walk out early in the morning
In the scented woods and, and listen to the music in my head
The music in my head
Please don′t misunderstand me
I promise you I'm not crazy
When I get the blues I wait for my muse
To turn up the sound and save me
I like to listen to the sounds of August
When a thunderstorm drums distant timpani
With the cicadas droning just like sitars
In a raga which the wind accompanies
Birdsong stereophonic
Creates inner ear elation
The wind chime plays pentatonic
And fills me with inspiration