We stopped for coffee in the redwood forest

Giant dripping leaves spoons of powdered cream

I wanted to kiss you but I wasn't sure how

Like those Indians lost in the rainforest

Forced to drag burning wood wherever they went

They had had all forgotten how to light a fire

That’s why people od on pills

And jump from the golden gate bridge

Anything to feel weightless again

Those poor lost Indians when the white men found
them

Most died of TB the rest went insane

In our motel room you were drinking slice and gin

Reading Moby Dick on the other bed

Remember the first time we slept together

You said it felt like when you learn to float

That's why people OD on pills

And jump from the golden gate bridge

Anything to feel weightless again