Descended from Emerson, into this life

Falling, falling, falling into my seventh life

My father rode a motorcycle naked in the rain

Mother, a flower girl, blonde and 18

Three long days in the Colorado jail

Seven months pregnant, on the western trail

She met El in San Francisco, so it goes

(She met El in San Francisco, yeah so it goes)

Elwyn was out of his head, speed up his nose

Mother met a second man, by chance

She remembered from a hometown high school dance

The night they got to fighting, man's arms, they let me fall

My head hit the concrete floor, I didn't move at all

My mom hysterical, thinking I was dead

She ran into the street, scared out of her head

I watched the stars in the heavens for a while

Then I came around for good, but not with a smile

Moved home to the valley where the hippies conspire

Even my grandma loved to get high

My father dosed liquid LSD

Fried his mind for years to come, look what it's done to me

The breakup ensued, I held my baby brother's hand

I held my baby brother's hand

The nights that followed, footsteps could be heard

(The nights that followed in the house, footsteps could be heard)

No one on the second floor ‘cept spirits I have learned

Mom and her best friend said,