For some reason this song never saw the light of day. Written in 1969, perhaps it smacked too much of the non-specific and really found it hard to compete with the other songs being offered at that time. Still, it has no pretence to be anything other than a simple melodic effort, albeit a psychedelic one.

Lyrics:
Sitting upon a shelf
Trying to get back into myself
I cannot anyway
I've lost complete control of myself
Never thought that I'd find out
Just what this life is about
There'll be no doubt any more
I'll find the truth that's for sure
Sitting upon the floor
Wondering what they've put me here for
A hole in the roof my friend
Seems that I've lost control once again
Never thought that I'd find out
Just what this life is about
There'll be no doubt any more
I'll find the truth that's for sure

Sitting back on the shelf
Trying to get back into myself
Bend as you pass the door
Watch for the water here on the floor
Never thought that I'd find out
Just what this life is about
There'll be no doubt any more
I'll find the truth that's for sure