Let them roll through time
They roll through time
The minds that exist on the back of mine
The shaking leaves and the ringing chimes
at night slip through the cracks of rhymes
And it's hard some time and the world's just fine
as we swim out on the river blind
Let them roll through mine, Let them roll through mine
THE POEM ON THE MUG IN THE MORNING TIME
I sit back, and I whisper that...
"I wanna be around when you whisper Zach"
TWO RIPE SHEEP IN THE MOONLIGHT
mt. Shasta 1995
The magic lanes get intertwined
as we slip down the vines
Winter's gone,
the surf's good
and we now understand
the difference between the day and the developing plans we had
Sometimes it's hard to keep in mind,
but when cast down magic lanes we just simply rely
Rely sometimes
Sometimes
the cartoon mouse just floats right by.
My baby I get hypnotized.
There's a mysterious babe
in a historical cave
and she's tagging her name
on the stone of your grave
and you can't swim against the path of the wave
But does it have to end this way?
I don't understand you.
I just don't dude.
But we've both got a ticket on the same cruise
And the heads roll down the path of Magic Lanes