I met Charles in my dreams last night
He was standing in the brightest light
And then I knew I was far away
Had to smile when I heard him say
Sing anything
Write anything
Think anything
Have you ever heard Nimrod's Son?
Thalassocracy or Wanderlust?
Honeycomb or Bartholemew
If I learned it then I heard it from you
You can only play what's in your heart
Other people may decide it's art
But who cares what the people say
They mostly get it wrong anyway
It's not a shame, there's no one to blame, you'd never want fame
With the Catholics you'd record on the road
Dog In The Sand and Pistolero
Now Grand Duchy let's the people speak
You're a songwriting Jesus to me
Sing anything
Write anything
Think anything
But when I woke up in the morning
Nothing seemed so simple to me
People tell you how to live, people tell you what to give
All this noise I can hardly believe
I met Charles in my dreams last night
He was standing in the brightest light
And then I knew I was far away
Had to smile when I heard him say
Sing anything
Write anything
Think anything
Be anything
Do anything
Charles you are King!