Felix my friend
You are a garden gnome
Felix my friend
You’ll be there till’
The sun can’t shine on
I don’t want you to feel the slighted guest
I’ll have you over anytime

Won’t you be there in the morning
Wait for me at night
Without asking for a thing
Give like water
I don’t feel that it’s true
That I own something quite like you
Even if it’s for the night

Oh the moon is on the rise
You’re the fools gold of my night
Shine on twice as bright
And on and on
Even though you are not real
By standards handed down
All long that olive branch
Up and down that olive branch
All along that olive branch

Felix my friend
I’m gonna lose the game
Felix my friend
You don’t know how
To feel conception
And now and then it’s just a rhyming game
Caught in between your silent name

Hold me fast to this my light
Then gone right of out of sight
You’re a mystic with no eye
Open up my little heart
Plastic odes and frilly sharps
Of this wandering melody

Fool’s gold is what I seek
Having you for a friend
If it’s morning we can’t speak
And I know you’re waiting
Even though you are not real
By standards handed down
All along that olive branch
Up and down that olive branch
Localized at Wawona ranch