By way of Mexico
They land in Tahiti
No plans but a hexagon
Lord, what did they feed me?

Bygones in a similar world of heathens
Unheard and walked all upon we see them

Big chance for a day like today
You know when you’re dreaming
Shake hands and pray like you say
The words of someone who’s screaming

Out there you’re nothing but tack and beauty
Hold fast, and follow your code of duty
The sun is high, it caught you unawares
And in a magic hut, the door is shut
And you forget your cares

My way in Turkmenistan, then back to Croatia
Boreks and a hatching of plans
An interesting wager

Bygones in a similar world of heathens
Unheard and walked upon we see them

Did you get my message, dear?

Hop off the trail and skip the sights
Drill in that nail of copper
Stop sending mail that no one likes
Do what is good, and what is proper

Wait until tomorrow, baby
Won’t you come out and see
Photographs with me