Green-Tinted Sixties Mind Mr. Big

She just woke up, but she's still tired
Is that the telephone ringing?
The curtains can't hold back the light

That's reachin' into her dreams
Down in her heart
If it had fingers, it'd be tearing it apart

You be lookin' groovy in a sixties movie
Maybe tell the press you died
Little legend, baby
Try your very best to hide
A green-tinted sixties mind

She keeps some memories locked away
But they are always escaping
Neglect won't make them fade away

They're reaching into her dreams
Down in her heart
Don't need fingers to be tearing it apart

Gotta face the day, there is no other way
To clear the fog inside your mind
Fill it up with dreams
But all that you can seem to find
A green-tinted sixties mind

Hangin' out with Janis, movin' to Atlantis
Could've made it if you tried
What's the point of force?
It's easy as a horse to ride
A green-tinted sixties mind

You be lookin' groovy in a sixties movie
Maybe tell the press you died
Little legend, baby
Try your very best to hide
A green-tinted sixties mind