We stopped for coffee
In the redwood forest
Giant dripping leaves
Spoons of powdered cream
I wanted to kiss you
But I wasn't sure how
Like those Indians
Lost in the rain forest
Forced to drag burning wood
Wherever they went
They had all forgotten
How to start a fire
This is why people OD on pills
And jump from the
Golden Gate Bridge
Anything to feel weightless again
Those poor lost Indians
When the white man found them
Most died of TB
The rest went insane
In our motel room
You're drinking slice and gin
Reading Moby Dick
On the other bed
Remember the first time
We slept together
You said it felt like
When you learned to float
This is why people OD on pills
And jump from the
Golden Gate Bridge
Anything to feel weightless again