Bill Nelson - Real Gone lyrics

Well some of us are born with the look of the stoned In every sense, the look of the stones In all senses, and with no sense at all Some of us are born to be beat and stoned I'm lying, but believe me it's true You can float my boat, if you really want to Check my pockets and search my soul Rock my socks with your rigmarole Real gone, real gone, really, really gone Real gone, real gone, really gone Holy Father, Holy Mother, holy city of holy ghosts Holy relics, honey coated, golden throated, glorious Beginner's mind, sailor in skin-boat Boho-maestro, tremulous She had lustre, she wore pearls I watched her legs, fabulous Real gone, real gone, really, really gone Real gone, real gone, really gone What kind of coffee do dreamers prefer? Where are the gifts that time confers? Watches, gla**es, soft-pack cigarettes Hearts on chains and rainy umbrellas I'm lying, but believe me it's true I'll count your blessings if you want me to Paint blue sky with blazing paint Twist and shout, like a beatnik saint Real gone, real gone Real gone, real gone