Stranded at the light houseI think I saw my sister there
Oregon in light house
We are conjuring the surf and waves
A path to reach the alcove 
And me barefoot far behind 
Passing by the white house 
An old man was mowing his lawn 
And when I woke were still present in my mind
It was some dream
Some dream
Matthew lead the consort
We all stoned in disbelief
Clambered up the hillside
And I am cursing my naked feet
There above the ridge-line
Amidst the plants so overgrown
A cavern mouth and trailway
We all crouched the capered through
And at the end there was a hole through which we looked
To such heights
To such heights
It was some dream