while we were taking the time astray
we fell in like vagabond runaways.
now the stories never stay the same.
they keep playing, we keep changing
(but u kno my real name).
the mujik is the magic and music,
like when the time is NOW & we lose it,
letting go of the walls and mirrors on our souls.
my freedom is your freedom.......its our flow!
i got caught up & u got caught up...
whirlwinds, trips, fields and treetops
where i might have lost my mushrooms.
if you can find them, go ahead, eat them whole
because we made that choice a long time ago;
if its life we gotta be living,
then we will choose our destiny.......
so its all good baby, we'll see what's meant be!
so i'll always take that time astray,
to feel the night out as the trees sway,
to look out the window as if you might be there
& boomboom on my heart........you are here.