It is a fine bit of feeling that you just can't have. If you never have felt it you never felt alive
It is a juke-joint chain down an older road, a pump giving in, passing along
Take a trip up magic mountain
Sing whoa
Let the feeling free your soul
Take a drink, straight from the fountain
Sing whoa
A view from the top, stops you dead in your track, the sun isn't moving, the future is in the past
It is a wild kind of walkway up on back in the woods, rolling in the grass ain't never felt so good
I have proof from the forgotten wicked witch in the west, I got my name but I passed the test
