I had the feeling I was carrying my head in my hands
Feet like a mile away and I could barely stand
Seemed I'd lost my way once again
Green absinthe at the liquor store to ask for direction, alright
Direction...
A little bit of...
Direction...
Gotta get some
Hours later west side at the tattoo shop
Somethin' 'bout a bottle of pills and black tooth shots
The soothsayer said a prayer and sent me out on my way
Seeds in hand I made the land with a swagger off into the gray, alright
Direction...
A little bit of...
Direction
Gotta get some
I had the feeling I was underneath the light of the sun
Sowing seeds across the Great Union
Now they grow, now we know somehow we've freed our minds
And we enjoy the fruit of these, an alchemy divine, alright
Direction...
A little bit of...
Direction...
Gotta get some
Be my mama, save my soul
Fill my lungs with rock and roll
Smoke, my mama, smoke the bowl
Seed of decades rock and roll
Seed of decades
Seed of decades
