Though the sign says "Monterey: forty light years from right here,

" We'll go anyway got a head start on the clouds as the view,

dream-like, rolls away, while every song you hate is playing

in your head softly a loving sound

Now the quiet never stays porcelain elvis heads and gamma rays

keeping me awake with this fine knit elastic cloud,

stretching out living new age golden days

but when I think out loud my stupid little voice gets lost

Fascination, overkill and sensation whole and violent when you're high

you might touch down in gardens of gargantua

when all the world is spinning say hello to him from all of us

when all is all undone and sung without a sound

over the always nobody elevates hoping for enlightning voices

out of nowhere fastened tight crashing light into walls

if you look around at all you might feel small where the soul lives

where the whole thing is going down

Every now and then I fall out into open air just to feel the wind,

rain and everything and though the hum and sway gets me down

I'll find the way to peace and openness but when

I think out loud my stupid little voice gets lost in fact

I'm waiting for everyone to shut up...