Mystic Journey

Just me and a friend roaming around   Him a magician and I was a clown   Playing the streets for a dollar a day   Waiting for the right time and a sign to lead the way   Crossed over the border to a mystical land   Sort of unexpected didn’t quite understand   On a razor’s edge on a grain of sand   Onward we wandered to the gates of oblivion                      On a roll of the dice we headed out west   Where the sage and  the spice attracted us   Shadows fell down like a dark groping hand   Saw the teeth of the wolves and the blood of the lambs   On a turn of the cards I lightened my load   Throwing off fear for the weakness it holds   On target and calm the vision was clear   Beyond the mirage I took for granted was here   break On a flip of the coins we rode the coast   Trying to make the most of every situation   That we witnessed near at hand   On a drifter’s crusade all over the land   Could it be in the stars or in the passing of cars   At a table in the bar in a turn of the cards   In a change of your mind in the passing of time   In a ribbon of rhyme just down the line   break Just me and a friend roaming around   Him a magician I was a clown   Playing the streets for a dollar a day   Waiting for the right time and a sign to lead the way Crossed over the border to a mystical land   Sort of unexpected didn’t quite understand   On a razor’s edge on a grain of sand   Onward we wandered to the gates of oblivion   . . .