Radio Free Bolinas

Fell asleep on the carpet

On a television starship

As your plane climbed

Slowly over the ocean

It got so much darker

As our shadows crossed on the wall

I was sat in a lawn chair

When it started to snow

On the road in a dawn black void

In the space between hotel rooms, inside there's no weather

We live in comfort forever

With the recently dead

How can this town feel so different

And look exactly the same?

Like the face of your mother

As you're sweating through a fever dream

I live a gentle life

I'll go to the window

I will look out, again and again

I live a gentle life

I'll go to the window

I will look out, again and again

One day, you'll walk into the river

There will be flowers all around

Trout will dance in the ripples

Like fallen jewels

I'll tell you all about it

When you've got some time to hear it

A moment pickled in sugar

Again and again

Twelve gates into the city

Twelve gates into the city

I hear they're building another

Another for me

Twelve gates into the city

Twelve gates into the city

But I hear they're building another

Another just for me