Locked out of eden for failing the test
They just cant live like all of the rest
Speaking in tongues without any rhyme
Ragged outcasts on the wastelands of time
Easy rider coming down the road, easy rider overload
Looking for sometime, somewhere, some place
Sometime, somewhere, some space
Sometime, somewhere, some grace,
But nowhere is their freedom
Red flames of fire reflect in her eye
Masked by the smoke thats floating on high
Seizing the road, reaches the sky,
Like a falcon she just wants to fly
Dark clouds gather on the edge of the mist
Hear her laughter and shes gone
Theres always one more mountain to climb
But we are all lost, travelers in time, a long way from home
You always fear what you dont understand
Choosing to live in disneyland
They polish the children, they polish the grass
Definitely in a different class
All is magic on a mushroom ride
Its so tragic when you realize