At Convict Lake, we staked our tent When the wind rose up, the willows bent Their airborne spores were released to me I opened my mouth and let them in
A small black X on the edge of the camp I couldn't wait to fall off the map And so I took another tab
A lost bobcat found himself in the camp I held him close, I fed him by hand And then I took another tab
My friends came down way too soon I stayed high like the silvery moon
I awoke in a hospital bed Bound down like Gulliver tied up in thread You can't take back what you put in your head