in and out of focus time turns elastic and when id stayed too long i went outside and stared arms outstretched and long moved straight across the sky if i could wrap my arms around this globe hands touch the green and brown id sink into the cool cool ground seen all seen all seen all summer seen all seen all seen all spring but im a submarine and the submarine sinks below the ground now that the leaves have turned to gold the moments all glow frozen and free from time and out here on my own i watch it ebb and flow here with the fire burning low in the honey mist that breathes crooked maple fingers trembling all around i feel the winds that blow out here between the dark and light the summers gone and the reeds bow down as the colors change all along the water line and when its time the landslide will free what froze inside while all around the rocks collide you finally see the lines that point toward the light that never dies melody shelter in the darkness take hold of me now memory trapped in a corner dark fingers are long but all around streaming down rays of blue light calling out these silver sounds are raining down on me here on the wheel the rhythms turning all around up above the darkened sky is bleeding i feel the world turning upside down these are the reasons that we lay down on the ground drawn through a funnel all the colors run together turning brown wait for the waves to come and carry me away down on the ground the sounds of voices in the echoes seem to say and as the carousel circles unceasingly watch while the ripples decay in this rolling time and cascading the winds set the wheels in motion and its turning in the mist around me rolling and turning into the mist around me kissed by the water and held in your mothers arms green where you tumble and roll in these fields the shapes of the bodies that shift in the sun while the blossoms all scream and it sleeps around me the earth in these memories heals around me touches these woods and these waters all paved with gold gleaming in daylight the voices ring on they pull while the pointing lay down in the storm and this life is bending and swelling around me rolling and turning into the mist around me the winds all rising in the west around me and the carousel turns into breath around me
['jam band']