I don't know what I'll do today, cause sanity never came my way
inside me a voice was repeating this phrase, you've lost it, you'll never get out of this maze
trapped in time, and I don't know what to do
take the highway through the great divide
'cause a week is a month and an hour a day, when your reaching just pushes it further away
you don't gotta tell me I don't gotta move, 'cuz I'm sittin' back here sharin' in the groove
a dream it's true. but I'd see it through. if I could be wasting my time with you
the world around me's turning, I'm just standing still. the time has come for changes, do something or i will.
I'm looking through. and it all would be so crystal clear, if it wasn't for the foam
I stumble into view, but it isn't nearly fast enough for you
I just want access to the inside of your heart
there ain't no truth in action, 'less you believe it anyway
the trick was to surrender to the flow
sanity never came my way
Driving into the desert with hoards of linen and tie dye to partake in the cult like phenomenon that is Phish.
I am in it for the.....
the insanely good people watching
the friends that gather whenever Phish tours the west coast
mainly just the friends
but maybe it is the shameless excuse to dance like a mad woman barefoot in the grass
late night glowstick madness
visual over-stimulation from every angle might draw me back
See you soon Phriends!