Avant Blah
Let me paint the perfect scene
So much better than the stage or screen
As I lay my head
In John and Yoko’s bed
It was right out of the movies
It was out of this world
The silhouette staircase
And the backdrop of furniture barricades
That lined the streets
We’ve got a minute
Is there anything in it
Is there anything here at all
So take me straight to it
We’ve got a minute
Take me to the end of the line

In time, I’ll question the reasons, I care for myself
I can do what’s good for me
In time, I’ll question the reasons, I care for myself
I can do what’s good for me
In time, I’ll question the standards I ask of myself
Back to my Bohemian pad
I feel like calling Yoko’s Dad
And asking if he knows
The quantities of smoke clouds … that blow

I know in time
I’ll re-assess the standards
I ask of myself
Perhaps I‘ll address them
And perhaps in time
I’ll question the reasons
I question myself
I’m all for the questioning
In time I’ll question the reasons
I care for myself
I’m careful of everything
In time I’ll question the standards
I ask of myself
And all that feels natural to be
And believe
I’m not searching reasons
I care for myself
I care for the questioning