On a dusty desert highway
Pacific cliffs kiss the high waves
The morning sun rips through the clouds
And you close your eyes
Into a messy morning kitchen of a mind I've always lived in
Same as it always was
Till the birds start singing on the wire above
Like, don't it feel good? Don't it feel alright?
To get a little stoned and push the mess aside
So, If you could dream with me, I wonder if we'd ever see
A gumball in a diamond sky, spinnin' days into nights
We're just a beating drum behind a ladder wrung
That just wants to hold someone
It don't matter who, it don't matter when
If it don't work, you're gonna feel that spin
Through mountains and roads, and valleys so low
These aren't heavy things, we just can't let go
So, don't it feel good? Don't it feel alright?
To get a little stoned and push the mess aside
'Cause there's an endless highway in our crowded minds today
Where you can hear the ocean as the cars parade
It's like, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Hey, na, na, na, na, la-la-la, la-la
Every road that brought us here, happy tears under a chandelier
Proof that there's no map, so there's no point turnin' back
Yes, every note I ever sung melts into another one
So I won't pretend that I know when
But I know all good things must end
So where do we go when everyone knows
Someday our hearts explode
Hey, don't it feel good? Don't it feel alright?
To get a little stoned and push the mess aside
But there's an endless highway in our crowded minds today
Or you could hear the ocean as the cars parade
Just like, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Hey, na, na, na, na, na-na-na, na-na
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Hey, na, na, na, na, na, la-la-la, la-la
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