I've got my beads and feather hat
sitting in an old barn
somewhere on somebody's farm
watching the sunlight
illuminate florescent dust
and
I'm naked on the scratchy hay
the only way
to feel the boards
against your skin
Jimi Hendrix is playing
above the salt sea spraying
and I love the sparkling waves in Monterey Bay
I hear Santana pounding
and I feel the Time Gap hounding me
from there
into the light of another day.