Prisoner - Peter Kaukonen
Prisoner:
Locked up in a cell:
Captured by a spell now he's doin' time:
Locked up in his mind
Prisoner:
Starin' at the walls:
Here the echo in the halls let the time go by:
Cannot see the sky
(It used to be blue with clouds overhead like cotton birds were singing
Trees now all I see is stone)
Locked up in these halls of stone
Hands upon the bars
I'm so very far from home
And I cannot see the stars
(There used to be stars overhead
as if a mad hand had thown diamonds on rusted black velvet)
Prisoner:
Locked up in a cell:
Behind walls of stone
Sad about the prisoner
Real sad about Billy