| He’s not to be reached, he’s to be reached |
| He’s not to be reached |
| Called the fool and the company |
| On his own where he’d rather be |
| Where he ought to be he sees what you can’t see |
| Can’t you see that? |
| Maybe he’s caught in the legend |
| Maybe he’s caught in the mood |
| Maybe these maps and legends |
| Have been misunderstood |
| Down the way the road’s divided |
| Paint me the places you have seen |
| Those who know what I don’t know |
| Refer to the yellow, red and green |
| Maybe he’s caught in the legend |
| Maybe he’s caught in the mood |
| Maybe these maps and legends |
| Been misunderstood |
| He’s not to be reached, he’s to be reached |
| He’s not to be reached, he’s to be reached |
| He’s not to be reached |
| The map that you painted didn’t seem real |
| He just sings whatever he’s seen |
| Point to the legend, point to the east |
| Point to the yellow, red and green |
| Maybe he’s caught in the legend |
| Maybe he’s caught in the mood |
| Maybe these maps and legends |
| Have been misunderstood |
| Maybe he’s caught in the legend |
| Maybe he’s caught in the mood |
| Maybe these maps and legends |
| Been misunderstood, been misunderstood |
| Been misunderstood |