The tripsmaster enters the scene
he's lookin a little lame
he's lookin a little lean
newscaster
stratocaster
plaster on the ceiling
gives my life this crazy aquarian feeling

Start walkin' the streets
looking for that magic beat
find a park bench seat
near a man who is just
starting to preach
salvation to the crowd

That gathers around him
and listens to his words

When he starts

He says:

I've been selected by love
neglected by love
dejected by love
and detected by love

It's that time of the evening
when the day is in full retreat
and the evening sky takes over
and star showers reign in the
heavens and greet us travelers
who come to sit at its feet

And then he says:

I've been selected by love
neglected by love
dejected by love
and detected by love

The tripsmaster leans over
to tie his shoe
looks up and smiles at a
special few who start to
think about who he is
where he's been and what
condition we all are in

And then he says:

I've been selected by love
neglected by love
dejected by love
detected by love
and maybe even corrected by love

under cover of the night...