Join me in our escape

Of this run-down town,

And let us enter into a new world,

Of love and adventure and

Trips in our 1938 Volkswagon bus,

Which we painted ourselves,

Green and yellow and baby blue,

Our best attempts at tie-dye making

Love in the back seat

Only in our marijuana daydreams,

In the bus we might travel

To new heights and old sorrows,

We will explore the world,

And the depths of our minds.

Only in ink we will mark

What is to come,

Of our past lives worth living

In days ahead,

Presently in the here and the now,

Wallowing in the eddies,

Lolling in what does not confine,

Our paths ever crossing to

The ends of eternity.