If you don't understand
The way the trees bend
Or the breeze feels on the skin
If it doesn't speak my name
Call me Crazy.

If the blue in the sky
Doesn't call out in a sharp cry
And the way is unclear at times
In a world of uncertainty
In a worth and dexterity
If it doesn't speak my name
Call me Crazy.

Words
To flash and to might
To lightning at night
And to the blackbirds calling
If it doesn't speak my name
Call me Crazy.

If the shivers cease
Without leaving peace
And the world stops its turning
If it doesn't speak my name
Call me Crazy.

If the wealth of the times
brings forward the crimes
and the people of society are ashamed
If they don't tell you my name
Call me Crazy.

Remember these tales
These woes and the wails
The pleads of the world
and how its beauty entails
If it doesn't speak my name
Call me Crazy.