Wake, wake...nAnd I catch you taking in the trees shakenYour shoes off put your two feet on the dashboardnA daydream in the daylight then you seal itnWith your mouth, with your mind, in your mouthnWith your 'sunshine makes me high...'nnRoll, roll...nFour hundred burning miles of gold rollnYour shoes off put your two feet on the dashboardnA Hopper in the half-light then you seal itnWith your mouth, with your mind, in your mouthnWith your 'sunshine makes me high...'nnAnd like a flame you move me to the momentncalling me home to the here and nownand like a flame you move me to the momentnit’s the sighing of a mountain in the morningnYour 'sunshine makes me high'