I met Jackson Marvin Beauregard
As he stepped outside his cell
He'd served a self-imposed life sentence
And he'd done his time real well.
Hand made shackles, and imaginary bars.
He'd lived his life within confined dimensions.
"It's time," he said, "for the third reinvention of Jackson Marvin Beauregard."

Jackson Marvin told his story
How he left his heart behind.
Got confused by his emotions
Then got trapped inside his mind
Climbed the ladder, thought he'd made it to the top
But it was just al ife of passionate pretentions.
"It's time," Jackson Marving said, "for my third reinvention."

He said:
"I want to turn and face the sunshine,
Go walkin' in the rain,
Kiss my pretty woman,
And chase the hurricane.
Climb out of this canyon
And sleep under the stars
And never live again with apprehension."
"It's time," Jackson Marvin said, "for my third reinvention."

I said, "Jackson, I'm glad you've got a plan,
But I hope you realize -
Some folks get used to the institution, man,
You can see it in their eyes."
"So be careful pilgrim, 'Cause you're traveling old 'new ground,'
And there's a famous road that's paved with good intentions."
Jackson looked at me, like he knew something I didn't, and he said,
"It's time."

"I'm gonna soak up lots of sunshine,
Dance naked in the rain,
Make sweet love to my woman
Goona ride the hurricane."
"Stand above this canyon,
And soar among the stars
And never live again with apprehension.
It's way past time," Jackson said,
"For my third reinvention."

Yeah, I met Jackson Marvin Beauregard as he stepped outside his cell.