I pace the sky looking for it
I feal frustrated, some say I'm dead
Blue sky above a hole in the clouds
We all want the same thing never look down
Red sun above you can you feel the flame
The heat is within now I feel alive
I feel the river running through me
The rivers always purer upstream
The runway clear and the weather is fine
So said the healer a friend of mine
I'm looking for elvis, my search has begun
What's waiting for me on the other side
Glitter cowboys selling the hour