Seeing Straight

There's a muscle in my head That never got attached Somewhere deep inside That grey matter thatch And all it really means is I'm not seeing straight Like window washing llamas And roller coaster chess It never accomplished much but It always made a mess And all it really means is I'm not seeing straight And even your dog Throws their thoughts in the room But oh there are so many Yes more than we knew And all it really means is I'm not seeing straight There are things that have Stopped me right in my tracks And still to this day They've yet to be matched And all it really means is I'm not seeing straight And yes I can say all the Things I wish to say But time is for silence To let the trees sway And all it really means is I'm not seeing straight And all it really means is I'm not seeing straight