Hitchhiking with the broken hand
I don't give a fuckin' damn
Please leave me at the blue mountains
It's on my way to the blue ocean
They are thinking I'm nuts
They just don't know the taste of real life
Living, hearing, breathing
Everything is much more simple
Watching clouds that look like glaciers
While surfing down this magic dessert
They don't know what I've been through
They just think I'm some kind of numb boy
Sitting on the sand by night
All after crowing with the elder's tribe
Hitchhiking through this lonely island
Nobody is out there and I'm so glad
Carrying 50 pounds of backpack
Before I leaving, I hardly could hold my time
Don't worry about the suits
They would die to be the way you are
Living on my old cool times
Just after waiting one entire life
I've been in places that don't exist
They are too crazy for my granpa's mind
