Took a powder from a life Of a carrion type Mystery meats In the dull before dawn, O I was brought up In the early night Said 'oh, well Alright' with eyes On the mountains Since my work as A young girl But now way Way New Age Way way New Age From the cradle with a bang To the Garden State I came When a voice sang to me And this exactly what it said: 'Will you be the rose to the stone? Will you come to drive the needles' own? They'll say what they'll say O and you'll translate it, O The morning from night' Way way out of the way Way way out of the way Yet, fully formed I sprang The wind in my cell rang I came all the way up the vein of interstate To be the rose the stone A bloom of new flesh on the bone O, say what you'll say O, honey I'll translate it, O The morning from night The jet into a powder form of light Taken at the head of a new life Once more you make it through the night On the floor the sleepers open wide A door to the feeder of the fire Sings me to life on the vine