I had the feeling I was carrying my head in my hands

Feet like a mile away and I could barely stand

Seemed I'd lost my way once again

Green absinthe at the liquor store to ask for direction, alright



Direction...

A little bit of...

Direction...

Gotta get some



Hours later west side at the tattoo shop

Somethin' 'bout a bottle of pills and black tooth shots

The soothsayer said a prayer and sent me out on my way

Seeds in hand I made the land with a swagger off into the gray, alright



Direction...

A little bit of...

Direction

Gotta get some



I had the feeling I was underneath the light of the sun

Sowing seeds across the Great Union

Now they grow, now we know somehow we've freed our minds

And we enjoy the fruit of these, an alchemy divine, alright



Direction...

A little bit of...

Direction...

Gotta get some



Be my mama, save my soul

Fill my lungs with rock and roll

Smoke, my mama, smoke the bowl

Seed of decades rock and roll



Seed of decades

Seed of decades