(berry/buck/mills/stipe)

Hey now, little speedyhead,
the read on the speedmeter says
you have to go to task in the city
where people drown and people serve
don't be shy. your just deserve
is only just light years to go
Me, my thoughts are flower strewn
ocean storm, bayberry moon
i have got to leave to find my way
watch the road and memorize
this life that pass before my eyes
nothing is going my way
The ocean is the river's goal,
a need to leave the water knows
we're closer now than light years to go
I have got to find the river,
bergamot and vetiver
run through my head and fall away
leave the road and memorize
this life that pass before my eyes
nothing is going my way
There's no one left to take the lead,
but i tell you and you can see
we're closer now than light years to go
pick up here and chase the ride
the river empties to the tide
fall into the ocean
The river to the ocean goes,
a fortune for the undertow
none of this is going my way
there is nothing left to throw
of ginger, lemon, indigo,
coriander stem and rose of hay
strength and courage overrides
the privileged and weary eyes
of river poet search naivete
pick up here and chase the ride
the river empties to the tide
all of this is coming your way