Third Floor Heaven

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Third Floor Heaven

So when they enter,
With a thirst perpetual,
With smiles on their faces and strength in their strides!
Seating themselves,
In the vacant third floor,
As they take hold of their glasses, in style with pride!
Then slowly they sip,
Freeing their hearts,
Of the troubles of the day and those of last night!
Then as it gets light,
They begin to speak,
Of how the world has no meaning, and men have no sight!

Chorus:
My mind is drifting to a far of land,
Yet the brim of my glass is never enough!
All that I see has circles around it,
These colorful waters, smooth and rough!
I puff on a stick that takes me where I’ve not been,
Cause life is so good when the grass is green!
I’m counting my glasses, now numbering seven,
I’m drifting away I’m on third floor heaven!

Smoke purges the air,
Spreading priceless peace,
As they raise their glasses with spirits so high!
Then slowly they down,
These colorful waters,
And lay their glasses down and begin to fly!
Some lay on tables,
And some on the ground,
Singing songs that make their wasted minds think!
Though they lay wasted,
It means not a limit,
For their glasses go up, for yet another drink!

Chorus:
My mind is drifting to a far of land,
Yet the brim of my glass is never enough!
All that I see has circles around it,
These colorful waters, smooth and rough!
I puff on a stick that takes me where I’ve not been,
Cause life is so good when the grass is green!
I’m counting my glasses, now numbering seven,
I’m drifting away I’m on third floor heaven!



Bridge:
The world is so good from this perspective,
For even the worst of all women look attractive!
This elevated state is where man is meant to be,
For only here from his sorrows he will always be free!

Then slowly they sip,
Freeing their hearts,
Of the troubles of the day and those of last night!
Then as it gets light,
They begin to speak,
Of how the world has no meaning, and men have no sight!

Chorus:
My mind is drifting to a far of land,
Yet the brim of my glass is never enough!
All that I see has circles around it,
These colorful waters, smooth and rough!
I puff on a stick that takes me where I’ve not been,
Cause life is so good when the grass is green!
I’m counting my glasses, now numbering seven,
I’m drifting away I’m on third floor heaven!