Stoned on a stone on this Rocky River So lost in thought of the things I remember One of them is your pretty face Another is the things it would say Things like All of these pivotal all these prophets They are the change and the change in your pockets Always pushing for the moment That you lose control and you just flow with it I have seen faces gathering in the desert Not to find god or to find the answer Just to be a part of the possibilities Of thousands of bodies creating energy Out here there is certainly alien activity But where is here are we separate from reality Maybe we’ve landed on the moon Hope I don’t have to leave anytime soon Follow the rooster to the mouth of the portal I am an ox and I am tired of these mortals Cleansing in the coastal waters I fell in love with the daughter of creation And how I lost is another story to tell I worked those hills in the wild Wild West And there I found gold and knowledge and respect None of this will bring you back It’s wonder I must expect that
