Holcombe Waller 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
