| Clean up, sister | |
| You're blowing smoke up your mind | |
| When all she sees is winter falling | |
| She's by herself | |
| No one know her name | |
| Even in the mean time | |
| She calls herself a madness | |
| And you see her | |
| And it's sunny outside | |
| And she makes no effort | |
| Oh, she's paranoid | |
| Wake up, sister | |
| You're half asleep in your eyes | |
| When all she needs is a little help from | |
| She's checking out California rays | |
| And even in the mean time | |
| She calls herself a madness | |
| Can you see her | |
| And it's sunny outside | |
| And she makes no effort | |
| Oh, she's paranoid | |
| She's cold | |
| Her conversation's dull | |
| Her mind's a mess | |
| I guess I have a chance | |
| Goodbye, sister | |
| I'll see you sometime around | |
| When all she knows is waving out goodbye | |
| Can you see her | |
| And it's sunny outside | |
| And she makes no effort | |
| Oh, she's paranoid | |
| The final thought | |
| I had was of | |
| The one I saw | |
| Walk out the door |