Camphor

(album: Walkabout - 1986)

It was a feeling like camphor rushing through my tubes
A cooling draught, a rare interlude
Drowning depression to admire and trust
Who can watch a man making dust to dust?
One legal dose of environment
The ballad of a playground swing
There's a lonely dog so misunderstood
He's left his chores to become someone's friend

Things are so enchanting
High on life
Things are so enchanting
High on life

Then once again the flash of pines
Back to my breathtaking view
Where the peaks are so high full of encouragement
And the paints of the gods color code

Things are so enchanting
High on life
Things are where they can't be
High on life

So I'm thinking about my favorite dream
An adventure not out of bounds
It dries my eyes to know Mother Earth hears
I'm invisible to blue hounds
It pleases me to have a mind on the run
When the body is fixed tied in shoes
What expression is left to fulfill the gap
Just a nod will suffice where are you?

Things are so enchanting
High on life
Things are so enchanting
High on life