Lyrics

Where's the S-shaped strand of colored road? A ball at the bottom of the menu, faded blue. Just to meet the ranch, just to cast a spell. And catch the wind I knew Where's Arco Iris? In the parking lot. Of all places. It can not be caught. Remembering almost twenty years ago, stopping here in Gaviota, during '99 camper shell home phase, doing handstands on the grass, sitting around, watching the world rush past, in "Happily-I-Don't-Know-Ashen" phase. Part of it has returned. I'm sleeping in Dave Shannon's backyard tonight "These birds are singing in Dave Shannon's backyard"