Kicking Stones

Kicking stones on an old dirt road feelin'
Dear-dejected and all alone
When I looked up ahead I thought my mind
I’d blown
On a giant toad-stool sat a Teeny-tiny gnome
He was all involved in a game of solitaire but
Said «hello» with a smile, just like I wasn’t there
I kicked the dirt some more and he said, «please don’t start a fight»
Found a church-key in his pocket and he opened up his pipe
He blew some silver circles
Wound his fingers in his beard
And from that pipe came magic music
Like I’d never heard
As the notes came floating in, I picked up both my ears
I walked into a drive-in, hadn’t felt so starved in years
A rabbit waiter took my order and quickly disappeared
He said, «the parties over, please come back in a thousand years»