[Verse 1]
I got a date with the master, my friend
A Sunday stroll in the surreal, so zen
From perfection to disaster again
Thanks for showing me what's real

[Verse 2]
A rendezvous with the psychic once more
Sneaking thought into my brain, I'm sure
Am I one of the cynic, the pure?
Ooh, am I one of the sane?

[Chorus]
Who knows the troubled one that knows?
Prophets come and prophets go
And again, I tried to think
That burden only made me sink

[Verse 3]
Crawling back to Isola to weep
Somewhere under the sea, so deep
I don't know what to show you that's neat
But it will be bigger than you and me

[Chorus]
Who knows the troubled one that knows?
Prophets come and prophets go
And again, I tried to think
That burden only made me sink