Portrait/Pinnacle Kansas

He had a thousand ideas
You might have heard his name
He lived alone with his vision
Not looking for fortune or fame

Never said too much to speak of
He was off on another plane
The words that he said were a mystery
Nobody's sure he was sane

But he knew, he knew more than me or you
No one could see his view
Oh, where was he going to

He was in search of an answer
The nature of what we are
He was trying to do it a new way
He was bright as a star

But nobody understood him
His numbers are not the way
He's lost in the deepest enigma
Which no one's unravelled today

But he knew, he knew more than me or you
No one could see his view
Oh, where was he going to
And he tried but before he could tell us he died
When he left us the people cried
Oh, where was he going to?