Well I’m free, I’m free like a world, I amnI’m higher than the moon and so much higher still to gonI’m dancing on the silver star, my boot prints on the white-wall tirennSee, see everyone’s beautifulnBeautiful and terrified by the sun that’s rising up in the eastnI gotta find my way home soon or I’ll just drown in my delightnnAnd if I stumble my way through another year of blindnessnI don’t deserve to come down from these drugs inside my brainnAnd if I fumble my way to the people who are mindlessnI guess I get what’s coming to me and my evil wicked waysnnRun, faster than light through menYou can soak my nerves in this vibrationnRiding through your imaginationnBoot prints on the yellow firenMy footprints on the gilded starnBut death, it’s more than I can bear tonightnnIt’s not the thought of being gone or the dark that I don’t likenBut more confused by the emptiness of breath (where does it go?)nnAnd if I stumble my way through another year of blindnessnI don’t deserve to come down from these drugs inside my brainnAnd if I stumble my way to the people who are mindlessnI guess I get what’s coming to me and my evil wicked waysnnThe roads I make us lost our way that guarantees and beds we makenOur life goes on for better change the ground it crumbles cracks and shakesnUnderfoot the bugs and snakes they carry us, they carry us away from herenAnd underground it’s happy deep where you go downnnOh, hallelujah, God is greatnYou’re never wrong, you’re never laten‘Cause he designs these pretty thingsnI when I die, I simply go alone.n