Pray tell, just how are you? How I am is like being on a mountain
In the sun. How are we and who exactly is "we" and especially
"they"? To wonder anymore is dangerous and not much fun
Are you beginning to understand the game or is it something you're on?

Is it the mirage of the moment or do you feel something right?
I'll take the long way home, but I'll come around again, they say we
Only pass this way once, but I'll be there twice. My crystal ball
Doesn't show me legal bonds and flying rice, but I can intoxicate
Something right, beyond satellite-linked cries and Southern Comfort on ice,
a corn-kernel popped idea seasoned with hot, passionate spice.