The Roadmap In Your Heart

This version brings together instrumentation suggested by Daevid.

Daevid Allen: Guitars, Vocals
Michael Clare: Ukuele Bass, Warwick Bass
Tom Dambly: Muted Trumpet
Don Falcone: Piano, Organ, E-Percussion
Warren Huegel: Drums, Cabasa

(Lyrics by Daevid Allen)

You asked me for directions
Then you went the other way
And you ended up in hospital
Nothing I could say

There was something you misunderstood
About the road of fear
So you went to see your psychic
For the opinions of the seer

But in the dance of attractions
If you ask the crystal ball
When you double-guess the outcomes
The house of cards can fall

If you don’t want to suffer
We try to keep control
But the magic of relationship
Heeds no control at all

When Destiny’s your agent
And your manager my dear
It makes for you appointments
And your schedule for the year

It makes you sad, you wonder
Who did this to you?
While Destiny lies next to you
There’s freedom still to choose

She asked me for directions
And she went the other way
She ended up in hospital
Nothing I could say

Something she misunderstood
About the road ahead
Maybe you don’t trust the psychic signals
Check the roadmap in your head

Oh Beatrixe, don’t fear
The young woman in my eyes
We help each other giggle
And we always feel surprised

While you kept me at a distance
So much we could not know
When the perfect friend appeared
I simply had to go

She asked me for directions
And then she went the other way
And she ended up in hospital
Nothing I could say

There was something she misunderstood
About the road apart
Before you trust the signals
Check the roadmap in your heart

If I’m sounding patronizing
With that privilege born to men
I hope you’ll simply turn me off
Til I am clear again

But I hate to see you suffer pain
That maybe you don’t need
To give you the wisdom
That in times like this you bleed

I will take the blame
For your opinions and your past
But when I’ve worked that karma out
Will you still believe in ghosts?

If I ask you for directions
And I know you know the way
I won’t try to do my own thing
Til some other rainy day

But will you still be waiting
At the end of the pier
As they hold my broken boat up
From the depths of my despair?