Heart Sutra

I’m gonna sing a heart sutra
To rid myself of all my lovers
And I’m gonna walk out of here
All open and clear
I’m not gonna keep on coming back
Over and over
I know there is more to discover
If I keep moving through these lives on my own
But I’m not gonna be one of those old sad looking ghosts
I won’t on keep on coming back again
I’m gonna be a tangerine in the summer breeze
The brightest looking leaf on the orange grove
A bird on a lemon tree
A beat on the wind, that’s me
I won’t keep on coming back again
No, no
I’m gonna sing a heart sutra
To rid myself of all my past lovers
And I’m gonna get out of here
I’ll swing my hat on the rack
I’ll say «Adios» to all that
All that
I’m gonna be a tangerine in the summer breeze
The brightest looking leaf on the orange grove
A bird on a lemon tree
A beat on the wind, that’s me
I won’t keep on coming back again
And again, and again, and again…