Grow another snakeskin
Put a baby lizard in
Underneath an old sun
Just another life done
Guess I'll need a new song
Where's it going to come from
Maybe there's a reservoir
In the stars
Drifting where the tide drifts
Looking for a new riff
Time is such a strange thing
Death a part of living
Body getting older
Wish that I could hold her
Echoes of a mandolin
On the wind
And is it real
This thing I feel
An endless song
Goes on and on and on
Seems all my life
Just to arrive
This place I know
Has always been here now