The Rocking Machine - Beau

I was sitting and thinking the way that you do

Of something and nothing of right and of wrong

When something or someone gave me the idea

To write down the words that turned into the song

Called The Rocking Machine

And I invented the Rocking Machine

Where the rainbow will end in a small pot of gold

Where the salt of the earth will return from the sea

To the land from which it was driven of old

Sway with me like the anemones sway

Glide like a fish on the floor of the sea

Sit in the shade of the tall granite rock

For the door remains locked but here lies the key

To the Rocking Machine

And I invented the Rocking Machine

Where the rainbow will end in a small pot of gold

Where the salt of the earth will return from the sea

To the land from which it was driven of old

Sit in your solid-state solitude sit

Think as you've never considered before

Don't be discouraged by time that has gone

When you find the key you will open the door

To the Rocking Machine

Sombre decisions will take on the guise

Of simple pronouncements of what you believe

To be true to yourselves to be true to your friends

Well the harder you try then the more you'll achieve

In the Rocking Machine

And I invented the Rocking Machine

Where the rainbow will end in a small pot of gold

Where the salt of the earth will return from the sea

To the land from which it was driven of old

Yes and I invented the Rocking Machine

Where the rainbow will end in a small pot of gold

Where the salt of the earth will return from the sea

To the land from which it was driven of old

Yes and I invented the Rocking Machine