Though the sign says
"monterey: forty light years from
right here," we'll go anyway
got a head start on the clouds
as the view, dream-like, rolls away.
while every song you hate
is playing in your head softly
a loving sound

now the quiet never stays
porcelain elvis heads and gamma rays keeping me awake with this
fine knit elastic crowd, stretching out
living new age golden days
but when i think out loud
my stupid little voice gets lost

fascination, overkill and sensation
whole and violent
when you're high you might touch down
in gardens of gargantua
when all the world is spinning
say hello to him from all of us
when all is all undone and sung
without a sound

over the always
nobody elevates hoping for enlightening voices
out of nowhere
fastened tight crashing light into walls
if you look around at all you might
feel small where the soul lives
where the whole thing is going down

every now and then i fall out
into open air just to feel the wind,
rain and everything

and though the hum and sway gets me down
i'll find the way to peace and openness
but when i think out loud
my stupid little voice gets lost
in fact i'm waiting
for everyone to shut up