Here We Are (For W. Cullen Hart)

Oh, here we are A final moment Found inside a wood guitar That splits the seams wide open, uh-oh 'Cause I know who you are You paint the doors and walls And listen for the bell chime calls And life is nothing more at all Than tea cup drips and bouncing balls And oh, it's real and never fading I'll listen to the strings you strum And all the words you're saying now Oh, sing a song A song with feeling That sounds best when you've hit the bong And concludes a deeper meaning, uh-oh 'Cause I know sometimes All the thoughts can sometimes hit Confusion as the record skips But who needs fools to think you're hip When all the world is full of shit And oh, I hear the tunes you're playing It splits inside the summer sky It's softly cascading on