stoned on a stone on the truckee river so lost in thought oh the things i remember one of them s your pretty face another s the things it would say all of these pivotal obvious prophets they are the change and the change in your pocket always pushin for the moment that you lose control but you just flow with it i have seen faces gathering in the desert not to find god or to find an answer just to be a part of the possibilities of thousands of bodies creating energy well out here there s 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 any time soon i worked those hills in the wild wild west and there i found gold and knowledge and respect but none of this will bring you back as a wanderer i must expect that followed a rooster to the mouth of a portal i am an ox and i m tired of these mortals cleansing in the coastal waters i fell in love with the daughter of creation and how i lost her is another story to tell