I walked out of the canyon, stepped into the lag, I walked out of the canyon when the sun hit my eye.
Just about a year ago I sold all my clothes, bought a pair of sandals from my uncle along the way, and walked out on my own.
Now I see the forestry and everything I see, the dew on the back, the crescent on the tee.
It's like they had hair I saved up in, right to me. Now if this life is just a portal, I guess that's as well. I set my own record, so key to shit.
And move on into the colored hill.
I don't say this enough, whenever power's rain above, I don't say this enough, I think it could be, it could be enough.
I walked out of the canyon, stepped into the lag, I walked out of the canyon when the sun hit my eye.
Now if this life is just a portal, I guess that's as well. I set my own record, so key to shit.
Now I'm headed on my way to another side, another shoulder moon, a beach on which for me to hit my stride.
But I'm wearing snow glasses this time. Now why? Now why? Now why? Why?
Now why?
