Something in my life feels kind of wrong
The mushrooms in my mind outweigh the song
And the heat is of the day
And my dreams are here to stay
And the rocks of Western Ridge will show the way
Oh and it goes
I'm in the forests of the Ice Age from a long time ago
On antiquity of sunshine in the meadows of grassy knolls
I hear the birds the bees the trees saying time will tell the way
But will you listen to the mysteries of today
