Let's fly this chicken coop and take the scenic group along way around there is no
wrong way now let's sleep eat and dream and savor our travels and babble our
stories to anyone who listens see I'll walk the Himalayas singing praises to
the music makers saddled up horses greyhound buses and aeroplanes I've lived on
river banks in the tropics of this land with an amazing lady all the way from
Switzerland I've driven into Kingswood to the rhythm of Bob Marley a job with a
friend who played the Cassidy to my roving caraway I've slept by the road and
I've hitched hike to Heing from Cedar Bay to Lady Bay to Bay Marisa diners I've
taken time slow so slow that it grows and roll the same cranes for how long
who knows the open road moves seduces and aligns you and every road we have
down is to be continued it loosens up the soul the present tense resolved
traveling unravelling this narrative that goes on it swings us and swims us
and pulls us to push on so far from home and where we come from but it's love
that first sight with the sights you see love affairs with the everywhere and
everyone you know she's the curious the restless uncontained travel their path
like blood in the veins free falling free space in this world with free rain
falling love we love and love when we change on tape I'll enjoy this view from
this patch of ground to all my companions wherever you are now my
small stretches inside out and back around let's keep traveling keep
traveling traveling traveling keep traveling traveling let's keep
traveling keep traveling this earth while we're earthbound because it's time to
journey while this world is turning while the sun is burning and this life's
for learning so let's keep on moving making tracks naked making maps trace
the changing moons wax and waning hard eggs for craving expeditions crazy
strange food for tasting strange words and sayings strange strangers meaning
open-minded people greeting keeping good relations leaving footprints in your
memory banks it's got a trash of hateful saints of missing cash bitter things the
way this world operates is sure to keep us doing the rest of some days we'll get
the some days travel always in more ways than one remember where we're from and
how far we've come to change the rising sun behind the back along the track the
sun is rather flat living out just in case just sweeping by a backpack tap the
saw so she'll do the door stay on course we use the force of romance know that
all romance know that all romance know that come on all romance know that
Falling in the midst of too many splits
And conversations on the cusp of incidental unfair
Slippin' in truck called Bess
From Alice to the Gipsley wilderness
Sat around the campfire with some crazy tribes of Confess
But nonetheless, I've done my best to catch a fire
And hold my breath, stick out my thumb and hoof at the best
But no, the now is perfect
I've learned the East Coast Circle
Ziggs had a great divide
I've found myself absurd and nervous
Mad in love, magnified
Dropped the crazy hobos about the signs of having no home
My bleach comb, a better one
Only stopping when the wind does
A vagabond drifting, called it
Searching for hunger
The hungry road digests me
In its stomach of oranges
There's a sign pointing left
But I don't have money and pulse to be right
The cafes in my landrooms
And the air bathrooms in my bathrooms
With an office in my pocket
Fortune in my walking boots
I've spoken tongues and spoolies
Sittin' time in almonds
The tiniest of molecules
Floating in anything as possible
A small wind of intuition
Kicks me like a stalker ball
I find myself in cacadoo
Wrapping rapidly down the avenues of where am I?
What have you and it's time to go pick food here
Cos this world is ripe and ready
And I don't wanna stay in the same spot
I wanna see it revolve from the bottom to the top
Yeah, expose myself to culture
Sunshine and raindrops
Still, they become a tune to the path paved the floor
Yeah, it's time to go pick food here
Yeah, it's time to go pick food here
