doug alan wilcox

Lyrics

BUDDHA DRIVES A MINIVAN, I KNOW THIS 'CAUSE I SAW
HIM OUT THERE ON THE HIGHWAY
ON THE ROAD TO SHAMBALA
HE DIDN'T LOOK QUITE LIKE THE SMILING MAN THAT WE ALL KNOW CHANGED OUT OF HIS ROBES INTO SOME PLAIN
SUBURBAN CLOTHES
THE LOOK UPON HIS FACE WAS SOMEWHAT STONEY-EYED AND GRIM – HIS DISCIPLES IN THE BACK WERE IN THE GUISE OF SOCCER KIDS
THE CHILDREN WERE ALL SCREAMING 'BOUT
A TRIP TO CHUCKY CHEESE
THE BUDDHA SEEMED TO WISH THAT HE COULD FIND A BODHI TREE
LACK OF MEDITATION DREW FRUSTRATION ON HIS BROW
AND THROUGH HIS LIPS THERE ECHOED FORTH
A KIND OF HOLY GROWL
HIS CHARGES STOPPED THEIR YAMMERING – YOU COULDN'T
HEAR A SOUND WHEN HE SAID IF YOU ALL CAN'T ACT PEACEFULLY, I'LL TURN THIS VAN AROUND
FIND YOUR OWN PATH, CLAIM YOUR OWN ROAD WHEN IT COMES TO PASS, YOU WILL FIND A HOME
SO, IN YOUR DAILY HASSLE, AS YOU'RE
COMING TO AND FRO – IF YOU'RE ON THE HIGHWAY
IF YOU'RE SOMEWHERE ON THE ROAD
WATCH THE TURNING LANE AND BE AWARE WHAT'S IN YOUR VIEW YOU NEVER KNOW JUST WHERE AND YOU CAN
NEVER SAY JUST WHO
BUT YOU MIGHT SEE A MINIVAN ON IT'S WAY
THROUGH FROM NEPAL
WITH A MAN CHECKING THE ROADSIGNS
TRYING TO FIND HIS SHAMBALA

copyright Doug Alan Wilcox / Wednesday Morning Records