Stoned on a stone on the Truckee River So lost in thought Oh, the thing's I remember One of them's your pretty face Another's the things it would say (It's like) All of these pivotal, obvious profits They are the change, and the change in your pocket Always pushin' for the moment 'Cause you lose control, but you just flow with it I have seen faces gathering in the desert Not to find God or to find an answer Just to be a part of the possibilities Thousands of bodies creating energy Well out here, there's certainly alien activity But where is "here," are we separate from reality? Maybe we've landed on the moon Hope I don't have to leave any time soon I work those hills in the wild, wild west And there I found gold and knowledge and respect But none of this will bring you back As the wanderer, I must expect that Follow the rooster to the mouth of a portal I am an ox and I'm tired of these mortals Cleansing in the coastal waters I fell in love with a daughter of creation And how I lost her is another story to tell