I left the driest deserts of my mind
Seeking any old oasis i could find
Intelligent design
Boy, I've wrestled with mine
When it comes down to the hustle and grind
Smoke floats off to the heavens
Shades of my loved ones stand by
From the first chord I could hold
Back at seven years old
To the last salty six string mournful cry
Back in my own skin
I can see it all playin' out
It was the same as when I came
Down from Wildcat Mountain
I felt the presence of God all around
I lit out for my highest plain
In the deepest recesses of my mind
My attempts, they were in vain
Don't you know it's all the same?
I'll never again reach those heights
Back in my own skin
I can see it all play out
It was the same as when I came
Down from Wildcat Mountain
I felt the presence of God all around
Felt the presence of God all around
Felt the presence of God all around
