Be Good Hothouse Flowers

Well, we went out past the city limits
Trying to get a better point of view
You were staring hard at me
I was staring back at you

And you said I was being secretive
Said, yes maybe you're right
But if there is logic in any of this madness
You'll find it in my eyes

And be good, be kind, be truthful and feel free
And keep your wholly loving eyes on me

I've got a history of questions
The truth I can only feel
What matters to me the most
Is what is there and what is real

We could start by shaking each other
And talk about something else
And I know in the end we can get to the point
And we can go and get some rest

And be good, be kind, be truthful and feel free
And keep your wholly loving eyes on me