pine trees and woodsmoke brushing my skin i was just a little bit high under the milky way sweet as a birdsong i was just a little bit high and oh this way he came he came to me i could not believe my eyes arrived like a forest fire it burned by design i was just a little bit high into the looking glass i gazed and saw how much had never been there before i recognized my childhood self how very nice to be home again red as the dawn over the prairie i was just a little bit high the white of the moonlight came rushing in i was just a little bit high blue as a robins egg centered like a third eye i was just a little bit high and as i rose to my feet i knew just who i had become into the future i gazed and saw the bones of my ancestry