Acid

Won't count the things I've tasted,

How far I've been wasted,

Seeking my own self.

Acid flowing in the wind

Cross the wild blue lake.

What will a man do

How much will he stake-What will he take

To know what's true?

Acid flowing in the wind

Thru the tall knowing pine-I bend to it's glory.

Yes, far from my weary city story.

I kneel weeping and yessing

To an all knowing shrine:

This aged tree-eternal design

And know this once I too am free-

And I cry in godlike high:

We were young you and I

And mountain summer rain,

Thru green willing branches,

Whispers gentle upon my face...

Whispers: "Forget the race-

Life itself is the only grace."

Acid flowing in the wind

Cross the blue lake.

Acid...Acid...Acid...in the wind.