G    Am
every golden morning i try and make a plan
C    G
but first i have a choice, the temple or the man?
they stand on either ends of swiftly shifting sands
and i am always torn between the temple and the man

the man is in the center, the center is the man
surrounded by a circle rising from the sand
his is the construction from which they made the plan
the crater of the clockworks in e-d-m-istan

the temple is a tangent, the edge runs to the sun
the lost and lastly taken are the first to be undone
and every single sunrise seems like the only one
where i am just an outlaw, drunk and on the run

every golden morning i try and make a plan
but first i have a choice, the temple or the man?
the temple is a mystery, but him i understand
but i am always torn between the temple and the man

the people follow blindly, so never follow people
most are sure of censures that turn them into sheeple
and when they stand together for something undefined
don’t confuse your clarity with simple peace of mind

the desert holds a promise as i ride into the sun
racing like a bullet from our collective gun
dressed up like a panda, and i’m not the only one
combining sexy cosplay with lsd and rum

every golden morning i try and make a plan
but first i have a choice, the temple or the man?
all that we can do in life is do the best we can
and i am always torn between the temple & the man

the man and then the temple, i seek them out in turn
both are momentary, i’m here to watch them burn
the people are assembling like watching butter churn
while trying to be thankful for everything we learn

every golden morning i try and make a plan
but first i have a choice, the temple or the man?
the man is the heart, the temple is the head
and i must commit to one of them, or stay & sleep instead