There From Here - Nits

I’ve forgotten all the presents

And the papers fly in streets

From nowhere to the 7−11 doors

Through the turnstile of the supermarket

I’m lifted by a trunk in tin foil

That’s butting me back on my feet

Nothing can be like this wind

It blows so sweet

The elephant Fritz burns his feet

And then I wake up to find out

All the things that please me are forgotten

And how do I get there from here

Nothing like this burning wind

It takes your soul

It flies away

And I hope you’ll never find out

It’s about time

That me and the elephant are leaving

And how do I get there from here

How do I get there from here

How do I get there from here