So Dezi goes, 20 years old To a barn on a bank with the roof hanging off And it's there he will find how to view life Like a swing on a tree, like a spiraling vine These delicate nights, keep rolling on fine We're not important Time needs thinking every moment that Sunday blooms It's all looking up, now the future is Thriving with a handful of salt I consume To be all alone and gaze upon Islands dialing space Night bones or peninsulas? Would you like to shoot rainbows from your eyes or fly? Lay down, breathe with the Earth, find a sound Right on your doorstep there's an adventure In through the out door Let me coincide Turn all the lights off If you're so tired Lonely outside, another day goes by Without me thinking what to do Sit all your lives watching dead years go by Thinking "What a lovely view" "What a lovely view" Another day goes by Without me thinking what to do Another day goes by Without me thinking "What a view" "What a view, what a lovely view"