Wake... wake... and I catch you taking in the trees
Shake your shoes off put your two feet
On the dashboard a daydream in the daylight
Then you seal it with your mouth with your mind i
N your mouth with your 'sunshine makes me high...'
Roll. roll. four hundred burning miles of gold
Roll your shoes off put your two feet on the dashboard
A Hopper in the half-light
Then you seal it
With your mouth with your mind in your mouth
With your 'sunshine
Makes me high
And like a flame you move me to the moment
Calling me home to the here and now
And like a flame you move me to the moment
It's the sighing of a mountain in the morning...
Your 'sunshine makes me high'
