The Full Howard Hughes of course without the money It might sound funny But I think I might have gone The full Howard Hughes Of course without the money Otherwise I choose Out of sight out of the way Places to refuse To be elsewhere anyway Nothing left to lose He had nothing left to get Though the light was on Nobody was home to let Anybody in Because nobody was there Which might be like me But what I think it might be Is getting away And letting everything go To be gone elsewhere Which is what I did I know Left it all behind There back where I left my mind Having grown the hair Now the full-blown beard at that How it might begin More elsewhere than anywhere I have ever been In my reclusivity I found myself free Out and up here where I stay It might sound sappy But I found myself happy Reclusively at The Hi-Desert hideaway Steven Curtis Lance