Packed my bags again

Went to a place I’ve never been

Packed my bags again

And brought a friend

We think we’ve reached the end

End of the line

When it’s far behind the mountains

And every hill

We took a train, a plane and another car

We could keep going in a circle

Got to the place

Where people were comfortably in touch

With their crazy

This guy went on stage

And you swung your signs displacing

The disco ball above his head

Spinning in a craze

He wasn’t the only one

Everyone else joined

It was strange

High in the mountains

High up in them

It was pretty and strange

Open space, open arms

Open minds, we don’t mind

With a cookie-cutter spin

I will share