I had the feeling I was carrying my head in my hands 

Feet like a mile away and I could barely stand 

Seemed I'd lost my way once again 

Green absinthe at the liquor store to ask for direction, alright 



Direction... 

A little bit of... 

Direction... 

Gotta get some 



Hours later west side at the tattoo shop 

Somethin' 'bout a bottle of pills and black tooth shots 

The soothsayer said a prayer and sent me out on my way 

Seeds in hand I made the land with a swagger off into the gray, alright 



Direction... 

A little bit of... 

Direction 

Gotta get some 



I had the feeling I was underneath the light of the sun 

Sowing seeds across the Great Union 

Now they grow, now we know somehow we've freed our minds 

And we enjoy the fruit of these, an alchemy divine, alright 



Direction... 

A little bit of... 

Direction... 

Gotta get some 



Be my mama, save my soul 

Fill my lungs with rock and roll 

Smoke, my mama, smoke the bowl 

Seed of decades rock and roll 



Seed of decades 

Seed of decades