Flying high all moon man is slow
I close my
Strum my clay
Morning light is dancing to my moon
Open my
To remember What it's like
At the soul
Be a native tree
A man appears to me like a camel Flow
I ask him why he's here
But he fails To reply
He must Know
He must know
Remember What it's like
Remember what it's like
What it's like to disappear to a crowd