Cool Times

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