I walked in his office
He told me pull up a chair
And he looked in my eyes

With a cold steely stare
And he spoke with a wisdom
That I'd never heard

And as I was hanging
On every last word


He said son
I think you know what I mean
He said son

I think you know what I mean
He said son
I think you know what I mean


He said the hallway is lonesome
And the hallway is long

And one end is shiny
And one end is gone
And the middle burns brightly

With the color of night
And the doors are all open
But no one's inside


He said son
I think you know what I mean

He said son
I think you know what I mean
He said son

I think you know what I mean

Hell he hollered

And he hopped up
And he kicked back his chair
And he said I'd be stupid

If I didn't care
To understand better
Would leave him no doubt

In a world full of something
That I'd be without


He said son
I think you know what I mean
He said son

I think you know what I mean
He said son
I think you know what I mean


But it's springtime in Texas
And my memory grows faint

As the bluebonnets dance
With the indian paints
The highway is lonesome

But the highway is straight
And some things are heavy
But they ain't worth the weight


I think you know what I mean
I think you know what I really mean

I think you know what I mean

I think you know what I mean

I think you know what I really mean
I think you know what I mean