the feeling of dread was creeping
we were only sleeping
here on the soft green grass
god i hope it will pass
and man were singing that same old song
and i hope that we can get some people to sing along
and that we don't get caught up in the form
that we differ from the norm
i'm spurting out whatever comes out to mind
and your responding in kind
that insane babble that make up our conversations
it has no reservations
it makes my day
in more ways then i can ever say
a break from normality
a rapid change in my mentality
might as well enjoy it here
as were spinning on a little blue sphere